Huang Xuan's mouth twitched. "Still, Brother Lin, your luck today was truly heaven-defying. I've rarely heard of anyone being visited by the Black Hand Organization twice in a single day."
At those words, Lin Letian shook his head bitterly. Like an eggplant wilted by frost, he had not a trace of spirit left in him.
"Second Brother! Say less." Ye Bufan shot Huang Xuan a glare, signaling him not to talk so much.
"Uh, my mistake, my mistake. Brother Lin, don't mind me. I just speak too quickly." Huang Xuan smiled awkwardly and hurriedly apologized to Lin Letian.
"My second brother meant no harm. Brother Lin, please don't take it to heart," Ye Bufan added, afraid Lin Letian would truly dwell on it.
"It's nothing. I really have been terribly unlucky today."
Lin Letian shook his head without minding it. At this moment, he relied greatly on Ye Bufan and the other three, because having more people around made him feel safe.
With four people surrounding him, the Black Hand Organization would not dare make another move against him, right?
"It's good that Brother Lin doesn't mind. Are you feeling better?" Ye Bufan asked. He had been continuously channeling his mana to heal Lin Letian.
"Much better. Thank you!"
Lin Letian had regained his strength, and his face was no longer pale. Cupping his fists, he said, "We left in such a hurry earlier that I still haven't asked for the names of you fellow Daoists."
This time, his gratitude was clearly more sincere, faintly carrying a trace of appreciation.
Ye Bufan said, "Shi Fan, from a reclusive clan. These are three friends I've made: Bu Huang, Dabao, and Qing Lanzi."
The three of Huang Xuan smiled and nodded. "Brother Lin!"
Lin Letian committed their names to memory and nodded