章 145: One Old Hammer for Each

"Who are you?"

When Lin Fan came out of the corpse of the Abyssal Worm, the disciples in the vicinity, who were harvesting the Abyssal Worm, cried in shock; they were almost scared to death. A living person, all alive and fine, came out from the corpse of Abyssal Worm, how could it not be scary?

Lin Fan was feeling fortunate – fortunate that he had died many times before, which thereby forced him to change clothes that many times. Especially the sect's inner disciple token, which was reduced to ashes under heaven's wrath. Otherwise, it would still be hanging on his waist; then he would not be able to act now.

There were a lot of Sunshine Sect disciples here, and there were a few strong ones among them. As Lin Fan quickly glanced about, he saw a quaint gate deep in the walls. It seems this is the Door of a Thousand Caves that I heard about.

God knows in whose hands its key is. It seems I have to use my wisdom.