If that's the case, it's quite good.
With progress comes motivation. Standing still and getting nowhere would make anyone despair—a lifetime like that would be meaningless.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, Fellow Daoist Lin..."
Ni Haisheng rushed over from afar, looking anxious. It was obvious at a glance that something was weighing on his mind. In Lin Fan's eyes, Ni Haisheng's head was much like young Wei An's, shrouded in a blood-red calamity that had not dissipated for a long time—a result of great destiny, although the outcomes of ordinary destinies kept changing.
"Fellow Daoist Ni, why so hurried?" Lin Fan asked.
"Have you heard the news?" Ni Haisheng asked urgently.
"What news?"
Lin Fan truly hadn't heard any news, except for seeing some loose cultivators today who seemed odd, as if they'd encountered something unusual.
Ni Haisheng said, "The magic battle between the Blood Demon Ancestor and Baoling Sect has ended, and they have signed an agreement."
