He suppressed the seventh son of the Demon Ancestor of the Red Dust Demon Sect, which would undoubtedly invite powerful retaliation.
But he didn't care in the slightest.
Do they even know who he is?
No, they don't.
And are they capable of killing him?
Too bad for them.
It's clearly overthinking it—given their capabilities, taking his head would be extremely difficult. So, it's not worth worrying about.
Half a month later.
Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.
Lin Fan walked through the city. As usual, it was bustling with liveliness. Cultivators from all over gathered here to purchase items. Whether Immortal, Demon, or Demon cultivators, on the surface, they appeared harmonious, but subtle glances revealed their mutual disdain.
It was as though each faction harbored the intent to kill the other.
