"Alright, I'm going into seclusion to forge swords. Do not disturb."
Thus, Xuantian went silent again.
Li Fan gave it some serious thought and felt that Xuantian's words held a certain logic.
San Yuan is the stronghold of the Taishu clan, and the Central Plains is the base camp of Xuanmen. Everywhere is fraught with their traps and schemes. As an outsider, Li Fan, caught in the middle, would inevitably be led by the nose at their tempo, hopping from one surprise to the next mishap. If his strength were even slightly weaker, who knows, he might stumble into some Shijue Formation or Eight Absolute Array and be completely wiped out, dying without even knowing how he died.
It was just too dangerous.
