Lin Fan and Xiang Fei didn't want to deal with Qin Yang.
For Xiang Fei, it truly was because of the other party's background. A direct bloodline of the Immortal Venerable Family could not be killed; otherwise, a catastrophic war would inevitably erupt.
But in Lin Fan's view, this kid wasn't even worth the impulse to kill—he was so absurdly poor that it was frightening. Just look at this shabby appearance; utterly disgraceful.
"I told you, we don't want to deal with you. Why are you still tagging along with us?"
Lin Fan asked. He and Xiang Fei were preparing to raid the lair of the Three Immortals of Jiao Yun Island, but this guy was like a shadow, trailing behind them, a bit irritating.
Qin Yang's heart was as clear as a mirror. He could swear to the heavens that the two didn't make a move against him because they were wary of his status and position. Still, his current situation was quite miserable.
He needed someone to protect him.