For a moment, the crowd looked at Lin Beichen with suspicious eyes, and a few onlookers even reported him to the police.
Standing high above, Lin Beichen naturally took in the expressions of everyone below. But he didn't mind; his mission was to restore the glory of Daoist Skill. He was mentally prepared for the difficulties on this path.
He also saw the few who reported him. Perfect, let the police take Ji Fan, who was spreading rumors that he was a fraud, away for a good lesson.
Looking at Ji Fan, who was scared and sitting paralyzed on the ground, Lin Beichen calmly asked, "So? Still think I'm a fraud?"
Ji Fan gasped, visibly frightened. Yet inside, he was still unwilling. At this moment, Lin Beichen's words sounded like provocation and mockery.
Looking at the crowd gazing at Lin Beichen with somewhat fearful eyes, Ji Fan increasingly believed that Lin Beichen was truly a demon. He must contribute to world peace and cannot let this demon wreak havoc.
