The enormous gourd beneath their feet was incredibly fast, appearing beside the giant vessel in an instant. The Immortal Sect disciples, including Hai Linfeng, were all eager to see the show, their faces brimming with schadenfreude as they mocked Chen Fan.
Chen Fan merely watched them coldly. At first, he had not recognized Hai Linfeng, but he recognized the ancient black sword sheath at his waist. Only then did he recall that these were the Immortal Sect disciples he had encountered at the Spirit Treasure Pavilion that day.
"Senior Brother Hai, why isn't he moving at all? Was he scared stupid?" A young girl covered her mouth and giggled, looking at Chen Fan as though he were beneath her.
"Hmph, before Senior and our Immortal Sect, just how arrogant can he possibly remain?" Hai Linfeng laughed smugly.
Then, with a respectful expression, he turned toward the middle-aged man and pointed at Chen Fan with a smile. "Senior, it's him..."
Before he could finish, however, he froze. The middle-aged man's eyes were actually filled with terror, utterly devoid of a powerful expert's bearing.
"S-Senior, what's wrong?" A bad feeling suddenly rose in Hai Linfeng's heart. Could there be some hidden expert aboard this giant vessel?
Smack!
All of a sudden, a fierce gust swept toward Hai Linfeng's face, followed by a resounding slap that struck him hard across the cheek, leaving him seeing stars and reeling with dizziness.
"Bastard! Who's your senior? Don't spout nonsense!" The middle-aged man had put tremendous force into that slap, nearly sending Hai Linfeng off the enormous gourd.
Afterward, the middle-aged man carefully cupped his hands and bowed to Chen Fan, not even daring to breathe too loudly. "Fellow Daoist Chen, I absolutely had no intention of causing you trouble. I do not know these people