Lin Fan watched Lan Zhengde laughing uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth subtly curved upwards.
"Is it funny?"
The voice was exceedingly cold, as if plunging one into a millennium frozen abyss, bone-chilling cold.
Lan Zhengde abruptly stopped his laughter.
Due to the abrupt stop, he choked on a mouthful of phlegm and began to cough violently, looking quite embarrassed.
Damn it!
To be scared like this by a single sentence from some brat at the Ninth Layer Supreme of Ancient realm.
The damned guy, I must tear you to pieces!
He thought angrily, staring viciously at Lin Fan as if he wanted to tear him apart.
Yet Lin Fan appeared as if nothing had happened, wearing a faint smile.
That demeanor, that expression, that calmness, it was completely unlike someone at the Ninth Layer Supreme of Ancient realm!
Lan Zhengde stopped coughing, faintly furrowed his brow, and suddenly recalled something peculiar.
This guy is just too mysterious!
