Langya Sword Pavilion.
In the dim light, a figure coldly stared at Lin Fan, disguised as Jiang Ping, and said, "I hear you're somewhat dissatisfied?"
"The Great Elder personally gave the order. What could an Inner Disciple like you possibly change?"
"You should know that the heavens are high and the earth is thick. Don't stubbornly cling to your own opinions, or you may not even be able to keep your identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect."
"Isn't Miss Feng's family background better than yours? Isn't her aptitude higher than yours?"
"And yet, so what? Hasn't she still been demoted to an ordinary disciple?"
At this point, the withered figure gave a chilling smile and said, "You're a smart man. You know what to do, right?"
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly. "The Elder's reprimand is well taken. From now on, this disciple will mend his ways completely."
"If you don't mind, this disciple will be yours from now on."
The figure froze, examining Lin Fan for a moment before saying in satisfaction, "You really are perceptive."
"There are several pills inside to enhance your cultivation. You can take them directly."
As he spoke, he tossed a bottle of pills to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan bowed and saluted. "Thank you, Elder."
"Stay in the sect for a few days, then return to Guanxin City. From now on, increase the number of able-bodied men sent here to one hundred and fifty a day."
"Yes, Elder."
After leaving the Sword Pavilion, Lin Fan narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Something really has happened to the Sword Sect."
He did not hurry to leave. Instead, he continued playing Jiang Ping's role.
He soon learned a great deal more. Ever since Jiang Ping's master, Elder Zuo, had met with trouble in the imperial capital