Yang Fan walked ahead with a faint, indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth.
Lin Tianxiao naturally didn't recognize Yang Fan, his gaze turned cold, mistaking him for an ordinary disciple of the Tiantai Sect.
"Who are you? From the Tiantai Sect? I don't think I've seen you before." Lin Tianxiao asked directly, not even considering this nobody as worth his attention.
"Me? I'm not from the Tiantai Sect, but right now I'm Miss Zhao's protector. A few flies have appeared, so I'm here to shoo them away."
Lin Tianxiao was curious about who it was, yet he saw it was just an unnamed, unknown person, not someone worth a look: "I'll give you a chance, get lost now, save me the trouble of making a move."
"Honestly, who do you think you are, ordering me around as if you're something special."
