During this time, Bai Fan had successfully joined Shrek and, like Ma Hongjun, become Flender's disciple.
At this point, Bai Fan had finally established himself here and found himself a small source of support.
"Brother Bai, why has your strength improved so quickly? The three of us got our Soul Rings together last time, so why does it feel like you've already left me miles behind?"
"What else could it be? Look at the two of you, playing all day long. If you put your talent for playing into cultivation, your strength wouldn't improve any slower than mine."
After spending many days together, Bai Fan had developed some affection for the two of them. The three children, only six or seven years old, had formed a friendship of their own.
Oscar looked at Bai Fan and stroked his tiny chin. "Bai Fan, why do I feel like you have something on your mind? Don't tell me you have some hidden enemy? Otherwise, why are you cultivating so desperately?"
Bai Fan did not deny it. Instead, he smiled faintly. "How did you know I have an enemy? The kind where only one of us can survive."
Bai Fan's frankness instead kept Oscar from overthinking it. He stepped forward and draped an arm over Bai Fan's shoulders. "Hmph, who cares what kind of enemy? Once Hongjun and I become powerful Soul Masters, we'll help you wipe out every one of your enemies."
"That's right! When the time comes, I'll burn them all to death with my Evil Fire Phoenix."
At that moment, there was no deceit, no plotting. The boys' sincerity was on full display.
Bai Fan felt deeply satisfied.
Love, familial affection, friendship.
Things Bai Fan had once shied away from had finally all been experienced.
Bai Fan felt a trace