As a man who had lived for centuries, Qin Fan's experience with love was limited to a few brief years in his past life. But when it came to analyzing the human heart, the instructor's intentions were painfully obvious to him—as transparent as Sima Zhao's ambition. He could tolerate the man's reckless behavior, as long as it didn't involve him or Jiang Yinuo.
But now, he had clearly become the target.
However, how many people in this world could make an example out of Qin Fan? Even Lan Xiaosheng, who had reached Great Success in the Transformation Realm, had been utterly defeated. A mere instructor wasn't even worth being called cannon fodder.
"You—you—!" Hearing Qin Fan's blunt words, the instructor's face flushed with fury. He ground his teeth, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. After sputtering for a moment, he roared, "State your name!"
