Who else could it be, if not Ding Fan.
At this moment, Lin Qingqing didn't know whether to feel wronged or excited, tears streamed down her face. She had already resigned herself to death a moment ago, but now that Ding Fan appeared, she knew she would not die today....
Ding Fan coldly stared at the middle-aged man whose wrist had been severed by his Wind Blade, his gaze filled with a deadly intent.
The middle-aged man, holding his severed wrist, screamed in agony. Even now, he couldn't understand how Ding Fan had appeared here. After all, outside the Land Temple were many of his own men guarding the place. If Ding Fan had come here, there was no reason his people outside wouldn't have known about it.
"Why harm Lin Qingqing, why incite hatred between me and the Lin Family... who sent you?"
"I won't tell you. Even if I die, you won't find out anything from here." The middle-aged man was very stubborn.