Elsewhere, he could be considered a master, but there are still many masters who could take him down, so he chose to play lord here, after all, no one would senselessly come here to challenge him.
Listening to the words spoken by the ghost.
Lin Fan already understood.
Though the information was limited, at least it pointed him in a direction.
The immortals he was seeking were not here; those staying here were just a bunch of cultivators aspiring to become immortals.
"Senior, do you need a follower?"
"No need."
"Senior, can I leave then?"
"You may."
"Thank you, Senior. Thank you, Senior. This is a token of my gratitude, please accept it."
He took out a cloth bag and handed it to Lin Fan with great effort. Seeing the senior accept it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The ghost fled in utter embarrassment, scurrying away into the darkness, disappearing faster than anyone else. With his departure, the night outside the dilapidated temple became much clearer.
