The excitement flared up fast and died down just as quickly.
With no mastermind pulling the strings behind the scenes, people soon stopped talking about the unsightly incident Ye Fan had suffered in the street.
The Dao Realm was vast, its people countless. Astonishing things happened every day.
Three months had passed since that incident. Ye Fan had spent them training relentlessly, both to grow stronger and to let the storm blow over.
By now, it seemed he had achieved both goals.
As for advancing to the Life Spring and drawing out Little Dragon Man, Ye Fan had made his peace with it.
If he got beaten, he got beaten. He would pay him back double someday.
If fear of a beating kept him from growing stronger, he would never gain the means to stand against Luzi.
And now, a spring had appeared within Ye Fan's Bitter Sea, pouring forth a ceaseless stream of Life Spring Divine Liquid.
It brought Ye Fan greater power.
"So this is the thrill of cultivation..." Ye Fan was utterly entranced by the feeling.
After more than twenty years of suppression, everything had erupted at once. The feeling was beyond words.
Ye Fan felt deeply satisfied, at ease in both body and mind.
Having never possessed it before, he treasured it all the more now.
But when he felt the mark burning inside him, his mood instantly soured.
It was the True Dragon Mark Little Dragon Man had left behind.
"He really wasn't lying." Ye Fan's expression turned bitter, then angry.
Little Dragon Man was a damn lunatic, as far as he was concerned. They were strangers with no grudge between them, yet Little Dragon Man had beaten him senseless—and intended to do it again at every stage.
"Even if fighting you makes me stronger,