Great Tribulation Immortal Soldier Talisman
Lin Fan had just pushed the door open when a soft, fragrant body eagerly threw itself into his arms.
"Senior, Xi Yun missed you."
The woman's breath was as fragrant as orchids, and her words were bold and direct.
She knew her circumstances all too well. In this Paper Making Building that devoured people, Lin Fan was her only hope.
If something happened to Lin Fan, she would lose everything and once again become someone utterly insignificant—perhaps even dying one day without anyone noticing.
People needed at least a sliver of hope to keep living.
Lin Fan's response was simple as well, though it could even be called somewhat unrestrained.
Before the woman could react, a warm hand had already lifted her onto the bed. With the bright light from outside the window, the two of them soon became entwined.
The sky gradually darkened, and only then did the woman sink into a deep sleep.
Lin Fan rose and went to another room, activating his profound soul power to cover the entire chamber.
Only after doing this did his mind relax slightly. Unless someone's soul far surpassed his own several times over, even if they could probe this place, it would still be difficult to discover what Lin Fan was doing inside the room.
He recalled the battle he had fought against the mighty Insect Cultivator.
The reason Lin Fan had been able to defeat his opponent so quickly was not that the Insect Cultivator was weak. Quite the contrary—the other party was extremely powerful, and his cultivation realm was even higher than Lin Fan's.
It was merely that the Insect Cultivator had suffered severe injuries and had yet to fully recover. Even so, when Lin Fan tested the other party's strength, his only Ancient