"Xiaofan! Although Li Kui, Feng Hai, and the others died in the Secret Realm, the likes of Wang Guo and Chen Jin are still alive. You mustn't let your guard down. Be sure to keep a close watch on them!"
Ye Rulan poured this bucket of cold water over him with the best of intentions. She was merely an ordinary personal disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect, with no power to stop Huang Guo and his gang from continuing to trouble Zhao Bufan. All she could do was sound a warning.
Because of that earlier incident involving Zhao Bufan, none of the big shots in the Corpse Puppet Sect were willing to take her as their disciple now.
Although she felt her talent was quite good, she had no powerful background or patron. The Ye Family could, at best, be considered an upper-middle-ranking lineage.
Compared with Li Kui, Feng Hai, and the others, she was a little witch standing before a great sorcerer!
They had been formidable figures within the Corpse Puppet Sect, practically able to swagger wherever they pleased. Like Zhao Yuan and his companions in the Misty Sect, they were people ordinary disciples would never dare provoke lightly.
Unfortunately, Heaven had refused to grant their wishes, and both had perished in the Secret Realm. Had they survived, they would surely have dazzled everyone at this Heavenly Prodigy Tournament!
A faint smile appeared on Zhao Bufan's face as he replied calmly, "All right, Sister, I know what I'm doing!
"I've made a whole bunch of trustworthy friends now. Huang Guo and his handful of companions probably won't be able to do much to me."
After he entered the Misty Sect, fate seemed to have begun smiling upon the young man.
Here, he had met Ying Ming Hao, the