Luckily, he is a Sword Cultivator, how could his mental state be disrupted by such trivial matters?
"I was just comprehending the Sword Dao in the Green Bamboo Grove, why am I here?"
"I have no idea, all mysterious and profound. Keep comprehending swords."
The man stepped upon the Immortal Sword, returning to his original path, landing in the bamboo grove, continuing his comprehension, and has long forgotten what just transpired.
...
"Help, help..."
As Lin Fan traveled, his perception was so strong that he could hear even the slightest sounds, yet he was unwilling to heed these cries for help.
"They shouted for help back then too, but who could rescue them? Why should I rescue you?"
Lin Fan chose not to pay attention and continued on his way.
But in the end, he still turned back. If his heart were truly as hard as stone, he might not be the Uncle Lin in Feifei's mind, nor the friendly Fanfan in Professor Xia and Old Man Wang's hearts.
In the wilderness below.
