"Disciple, why are you here? What just happened?"
Fang Jiuzhen asked calmly, showing no signs of any issue. As for why he had just woken up, that wasn't important at all—he carried an air of, "I won't say, and don't bother asking."
"Master, do you remember how you came back?" Lin Fan asked.
He understood the Sect Leader's personality; Fang Jiuzhen was someone who cared greatly about face. How could he ever admit he suffered a humiliating defeat at the Taiwu Immortal Sect?
Fang Jiuzhen hesitated for a moment, looking slightly embarrassed. This question touched upon a sore spot, but could he admit the truth?
Of course not.
"Disciple, after arriving at the Taiwu Immortal Sect, I met an old friend. That friend holds some status there and helped me negotiate with Ye Zhen Tian. The matter was resolved quickly," Fang Jiuzhen said.
