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Lin Fan thought, Why the hell would I want to deal with your bullshit?

Why tell me?

Did he think I would sympathize with him?

Should I give him an award?

What a joke!

If he had spoken to me properly from the start, reasoned things out, and discussed asking for my help, I might actually have agreed.

After all, the Dark Turmoil was a hidden danger in any era. Those ancient Supremes within the Forbidden Zones of Life truly were no good people either. Perhaps their only use was helping some possibly existent Emperor Ye grow?

But whether this world even had an Emperor Ye was still up in the air!

If he had discussed things with me properly, I might truly have lent him a hand.

Yet this bastard had hidden things at every turn, wanting to use me as a gun and a blade without caring whether I could take it. It was only because I was strong and quick-witted.

Had I been even slightly careless or a little weaker, I would probably already have croaked in the Dark Forbidden Zone!

And now he was trying to play the victim and show weakness?

Was he still hoping I would help him get revenge or something?

Dream on!

Was I that cheap?

Lin Fan's attitude was firm. With one sentence—what did it have to do with him?—he rebuked the Lord of Guixu into speechlessness for quite a while.

He knew he was in the wrong.

Of course, if merely being in the wrong were all there was to it, the Lord of Guixu would not have felt this awful.

The problem was that besides being in the wrong, he had no other choice and no other method. He could only shamelessly beg for help.

After all, Ding Changsheng,