Lin Fan's performance brought hope to the Yun Sect, especially in the eyes of the experts; that punch just now was too powerful, like a ray of light in the darkness.
The crowd felt both anticipation and fear, afraid that Lin Fan was just a flash in the pan, ultimately no match for the square-faced opponent. A true confrontation had just begun, and together with Lin Fan, they were accepting this test of fate.
Regardless of the circumstances, at this moment, Lin Fan had become intertwined in fate with this ancient Hidden Sect. This young man had become the Yun Sect's last hope, something unthinkable just a quarter of an hour ago.
"Lin Fan..."
Yun Qingyao murmured, looking at Lin Fan, her gaze filled with complexity.
