Lin Fan had no idea that his words would cause such a huge misunderstanding.
If he said, it was all a misunderstanding.
That wasn't my intention at all.
Would you believe him?
Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.
A decent place, neither within the territory of the Immortal Dao Sects nor the Demon Sect.
Perhaps it was for the sake of facilitating trade.
The location of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion sat at a barren intersection, where endless yellow sand swirled through the skies, and in a sandstorm, even your parents couldn't recognize you.
Lin Fan executed his Innate Divine Ability and soared a hundred miles with one flap.
Although he didn't actually have wings, he still spread his arms wide and gently flapped them—proof that even without wings, his arms could achieve the same effect.
The speed was astonishing.
At that moment.
A strange phenomenon occurred.
"Hmm!"
"Ah!"
"Help!"
"Stop it, someone save me!"
Lin Fan almost lost his balance mid-flight upon hearing the voice.
