Lin Chen was taken aback again. He had not expected the man to be cold on the outside but kind at heart. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me. If Master took a liking to you, that means you have talent. I just don't want you getting set up and killed."
After saying that, Tang Hanlin turned and left.
Watching Tang Hanlin's departing figure, Lin Chen gave a bitter smile before continuing forward.
About thirty meters from the main hall, a group of Tang Sect disciples stood ahead. It was Lin Chen's first time seeing so many of his senior brothers, and he felt somewhat excited.
"Greetings, senior brothers."
Lin Chen stepped forward and took the initiative to greet them.
"You're the closed-door disciple Master accepted as an exception?"
Tang Youwei was clearly hostile, with every bit of it written across his face.
"Yes."
Lin Chen answered calmly.
"So that means you're quite capable. I'm Tang Youwei, the Tang Sect's eldest senior brother. I'd like to witness Junior Brother's impressive skills. What do you say?"
"A spar?"
Lin Chen smiled. "Sure, but not now. I need to go meet Master first. Next time, let's arrange it at the training grounds and have a proper match. Sorry about that."
After saying that, Lin Chen walked straight ahead. Tang Youwei hurriedly moved to block him, but Lin Chen simply slipped around him, his steps light and swift as lightning.
Everyone rubbed their eyes. Lin Chen's figure had seemed blurry just now, and they thought they had imagined it. But when they looked again, they found that he had already passed behind eldest senior brother Tang Youwei and was continuing onward.
"Courting death!"
Tang Youwei had been ignored. A silver needle suddenly shot from his hand.
Lin Chen's Danger Warning Ability was instantly