But just then, Fang Shuwen's voice reached his ears:
"What are you thinking about? You're breaking out in a sweat."
"Take the manual and practice your Martial Arts diligently. Let me see how far you can go in the future."
Lin Fan subconsciously looked up at Fang Shuwen and saw his calm expression. He showed no hostility, but he didn't seem to have any particular goodwill toward him either.
Instead, there was an oppressive feeling, like one would get from an elder.
'I know very well that this feeling isn't caused by the blood-soaked title of Human World Demon God.'
This strange sensation came solely from the man standing before him.
He was like a towering peak, standing between heaven and earth.
Merely looking up at him was enough to make one feel an infinite sense of pressure.
'Perhaps giving me this manual was just a small act of patronage, to see how far an insignificant person like me could eventually grow?'
