"Exactly! Even if he beat you, you can't give him the token!"
When the disciples behind him saw the Assembly President take out the access token, they stepped forward one after another, trying to stop him from giving it to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan said nothing, nor did he make any move to accept the token.
His gaze rested on the Assembly President. In any case, the Assembly President had lost. If he refused to hand over the token, he would be breaking their wager.
Once the Assembly President broke their wager, the Kunlun Daoist Assembly's reputation would probably be utterly ruined from this day onward.
"Are you trying to make me a laughingstock?"
The Assembly President turned and rebuked the disciples, "A loss is a loss. Does losing mean I don't have to keep my promise?"
"It's true that I dislike Lin Fan, but that doesn't mean I can break my promise!"
He stepped forward and placed the token in Lin Fan's hand.
Then he said coldly, "Lin Fan, even though I've lost to you now, my opinion of you is still very poor."
"You're too high-profile, and I don't think much of you."
"So what if you're exceptionally skilled at artifact refining? Could you also be stronger than me in combat?"
The Assembly President released a trace of his aura, and a faint wisp of might settled over Lin Fan.
Lin Fan looked surprised. He raised his head to look at the Assembly President before him. It seemed this Assembly President had a few tricks hidden away.
He had originally thought the Assembly President's strength and realm were at the late Golden Core stage.
Even his earlier divination of the Assembly President's fate had shown him to be at the late Golden Core stage.
Lin Fan calculated on