Lin Fan and the others sized up the newcomers. They were clearly even more extraordinary, steeped in the aura of the Immortal Dao and resonating with the Dao.
"Well now, you're not bad. You managed to defeat Yang Ming. Put in a little effort, and you might have a chance to become our junior brother." Several young people laughed.
Each stood out from the crowd. There were gallant, imposing young men and beautiful, ethereal young women, all remarkable and carrying immortal qi.
At the same time, they gathered around the defeated Yang Ming and watched him with mocking smiles, making him so ashamed that he wished he could burrow into a hole in the ground.
His current state was simply too humiliating. Being trampled underfoot was no different from being nailed to a pillar of shame.
"Aren't you going to help? An outsider has attacked our Immortal Academy!" he said, seething with frustration.
Their smiles gradually faded at his words. One of them said carelessly, "Let Yang Ming go, and bring those two little ladies over to beg forgiveness. If you put us in a good mood, we might just take you into the Immortal Academy."
"Idiots. Who do you think you are? What right do you have to order me around? If the Immortal Academy is full of pigs and dogs like you, I'm better off not joining."
Lin Fan's reply was blunt and unyielding.
Spending every day with a bunch of conceited, privileged brats would only drag him down to their level.
Besides, they had not come begging shamelessly for admission. The First Elder had personally sought them out in the Three Thousand Provinces.
Thus, what did he have to fear from these people making things difficult for him?
At worst, if this place would not have him,