Zhu Qilue was momentarily speechless, as if he had lost his ability to speak, unsure how to evaluate Lin Fan.
However.
He couldn't evaluate Lin Fan because this guy really couldn't be evaluated!
Always thinking out loud, acting bizarrely and comically, without any logic, but always able to surprise people.
Once these words were spoken, Zhu Qilue found himself unable to refute, feeling that it made quite a bit of sense.
Anyway, since death is inevitable, might as well have a look before dying; it's not a wasted trip then.
Zhu Qilue couldn't help but nod, almost in agreement.
But he quickly came to his senses, realizing Lin Fan had almost dragged him into a pit!
"Who said you'd die? Aren't you Lin Fan?!"
Yet.
Lin Fan was already being surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Red Cloud troops, walking toward Changwen Hall.
Just as Zhu Qilue was feeling helpless, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and was scared out of his wits.
