Meng Fan naturally could not respond to this, so he stood to the side in awkward silence, maintaining an expression of respect for the Shushan sect master.
"Actually, there is no need for you to fear me. Regardless of you being Lin Bianyun’s personal disciple, even if you were just an ordinary Shushan disciple, I wouldn't do anything to you. However, I must give you a warning! If you cannot control your eyes, I can overlook it. But if you cannot control your tongue, then I won't be so easygoing!"
Seeing Lin Jinghong’s stern face and hearing his dead-serious tone, a bead of sweat formed on Meng Fan’s forehead and slowly trickled down. Whether it was a guilty conscience or because Lin Jinghong truly had a hidden meaning, Meng Fan’s mind was already racing, painting countless scenarios.
Chapter 144