Fang Lin had somehow appeared, standing before Han Luoyun and the ugly elder with a weary expression and bloodshot eyes, looking quite terrifying.
Han Luoyun, seeing Fang Lin in this state, said, "Can your body still hold up?"
Fang Lin nodded, "It's manageable, I've taken some pills, and I'm starting to recover."
Hearing this, Han Luoyun finally felt at ease. He had been worried that Fang Lin, having been engaged in intense Pill Refining with no rest for some time, might not be able to withstand it.
The ugly elder looked at Fang Lin, his mismatched eyes scanning him from head to toe.
"Junior Fang Lin pays respects to the esteemed Sword Head," Fang Lin said with a bow and a very respectful attitude toward the ugly elder.
The ugly elder waved his hand dismissively, "So you know I am the Sword Head. You're not without insight, young man."