Time passed, and the discussions about Chen Fan within the academy gradually died down.
Only his master, Dong Guzhi, sighed that Chen Fan was too independent. During this time, he had never once come to ask for advice on his own...
But when he remembered that Chen Fan was still building up his qi and blood, he didn't deliberately press him to do anything.
As the saying went, a master could lead you through the door, but cultivation depended on the individual.
Chen Fan's peace and quiet, however, didn't last long.
Xiao Chunkong, Mu Lei, and the others had lain low for nearly a month, but now they had started making their moves again.
Almost every day, they waited outside Chen Fan's room, pestering him relentlessly to continue their wagered fights.
Chen Fan naturally refused.
Who would have thought these people had no shame at all? They even resorted to all kinds of taunts.
Chen Fan finally understood why Feng Yuancheng had agreed to that so-called wager in the first place.
He was furious and thoroughly annoyed with the group, but the more they got on his nerves, the less he wanted to give them what they wanted!
As Chen Fan had said before, he would most likely lose the wager after three months. He hadn't cared much about a few Stamina Pills, but now he was even more determined not to let those shameless bastards gain anything—not a single Stamina Pill would go to them!
After that, Chen Fan simply packed up some of his cultivation resources and temporarily left White Cloud Headquarters.
He found an inn in Yan Capital City and stayed there.
He didn't care where he cultivated, and he didn't need a famous master's guidance. He was happy to enjoy the peace and quiet.
Besides, he