Actually, what the "Seven Marvels Pavilion" had done was no different from the workplace in his previous life.
Su Fan was angry, but he wasn't about to start shouting for blood over such a trivial matter.
He could think that way, but others didn't know that.
In the eyes of everyone else, Su Fan was a Great Demon who killed without batting an eye.
In any case, there was no washing away his vicious reputation.
Nor could he blame others for thinking that way. Just look at the things he had done and the people he had killed—not to mention blood sacrifices involving tens or hundreds of thousands of cultivators. The mere thought of it made people shudder.
To be honest, in the eyes of the cultivators throughout the Cultivation World, he had long since become indistinguishable from an evil cultivator.
But Su Fan had no such awareness. He saw himself as nothing more than an ordinary cultivator.
Ever since Su Fan had transmigrated to this Cultivation World, he had embraced the mindset of lying flat and letting things rot, hoping to find a quiet place where he could quietly live out his days until death.
But reality wouldn't allow it. It kept throwing one thing or another at him, forcing him to drift around as if fighting for his life.
Su Fan had always been indifferent by nature and had no great ambitions. He only wanted to find a place where he and his family could live comfortably for the rest of their lives.
Yet even such a simple wish couldn't be fulfilled.
In any case, he had no one left to rely on.
Immortal Venerable Yan Hai chatted with Su Fan for a few more moments before leaving his small courtyard.
Actually, his main purpose in coming today