The atmosphere in the Talisman Pavilion grew heavy. Han Ruojia shot Feng Changzai a glance, and the two quietly withdrew.
For disciples like them, hearing less and saying less was the best way to stay alive.
Under the middle-aged man's gaze, Lin Fan fell silent for a moment before saying, "This disciple doesn't know what Master Wen is talking about."
Seeing Lin Fan deny it, the middle-aged man did not get angry. Instead, he casually flipped his hand and took out a manual on talisman crafting.
"Ruan Xingye's lineage uses demon blood and divine forms to craft talismans. Though their power is passable, they ultimately lack a few years of refinement."
"My lineage, on the other hand, uses demon bones and souls to craft talismans. Their power is considerably greater than that of ordinary Blood Demon Talismans."
At this point, the middle-aged man looked at Lin Fan and let out a cold laugh. "As long as you agree, I can take you as my disciple. You can also obtain the method of crafting talismans with demon bones."
"The condition is that you hand over Ruan Xingye's legacy."
Lin Fan's expression flickered, but he still shook his head. "Master Wen, you've misunderstood. Master Ruan's legacy isn't on me."
"If that's the case, then you'd better take care of yourself."
"Take care, Master Wen."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, immediately withdrew the manual, and turned to leave.
"Teacher..."
A moment later, Han Ruojia and Feng Changzai walked in and called out cautiously.
Lin Fan's expression remained unchanged. "This has nothing to do with you two. Copy the Rune Patterns."
"Yes, Teacher."
The two exchanged glances before sitting down.
They did not dare ask too much, but they could tell that Lin Fan's mood seemed to have taken a turn for the worse.