Fang Lin halted his steps, watching the old man standing ten paces away with a cold gaze.
"Are you the guardian of this place?" Fang Lin asked, his face devoid of fear as he brazenly sized up the old man.
The old man responded with a gloomy and cold sneer, his eyes piercing Fang Lin like a hawk, "You are right, I am the guardian of this place. Now that you know who I am, you should be aware that your life is in my hands."
Fang Lin cracked a slight smile, "My life is controlled only by myself; you cannot grasp it."
Hearing this, the old man's face showed a clear sneer, "Outsiders are always so confident, sadly, you are overly confident. Do you think just because you survived the previous guardians, you are something extraordinary?"
Fang Lin shook his head and smiled lightly, "I don't consider myself extraordinary, but I also don't think you guardians are that formidable. In my view, you're all just so-so."