'Always heard? Heard from whom?!'
Ling Han gazed at the young man, and said, "Oh? I seem to be fairly famous."
"I'm not praising you!" Fu Zhengtong couldn't help but shout. For some reason, he was easily triggered by Ling Han.
"Who's always talking about me?" Ling Han asked with a smile.
Fu Zhengtong chuckled coldly. He then stared at Ling Han for a while before answering, "The Holy Son of the Lunar Sect!"
'Bei Xuanming?'
Ling Han involuntarily said a silent "oh" in his mind. There was no such thing as random love in this world, and there was similarly no such thing as random hate. Even a profligate disciple like Fu Zhengtong wouldn't randomly block the entrance to the academy for no good reason.
However, if he were an acquaintance of Bei Xuanming, then everything would make perfect sense.