The servant was quite sinister.
One Immortal Stone per person for entry.
The price was steep and felt like a rip-off. Qin Yang wanted to angrily retort, "Gone mad for money, have you?"
But Lin Fan, loaded with cash, handed it over smoothly.
"Oh, so Brother Lin is into this sort of thing too." Qin Yang's expression was one every man would understand — turns out they were birds of a feather. He looked honest but was everything but, so lecherous!
Lin Fan replied seriously, "You underestimate me. Do you think I'm drawn in by beauty? You should consider this: The Flower List Immortal is here, clearly in trouble. As cultivators, can we stand idly by? Saving her from danger is our responsibility."
His words were noble and righteous.
Qin Yang wanted to shield his eyes—too dazzling, too blinding, way too saintly.
Bah!
What nonsense! Sounds nice, but you'd have to be foolish to believe it.
