Lan Xingyuan took a deep breath and noticing Ling Fan's calm composure, he thought of the terrifying master behind Ling Fan who could teach such an excellent disciple. He couldn't help but feel a bit more composed and hopeful as well.
"Young Master Ling, I wonder what your conditions are. As long as you can help me subdue the Witchcraft Sect, Lan will do everything in his power!" Lan Xingyuan said with a grave voice.
He couldn't help but glance at his daughter beside him. This young man before them seemed quite impressive, and if Ling Fan wished to marry Lan Zihan, as long as his daughter nodded in agreement, he would not hesitate to consent.
Finding a son-in-law who could ride a dragon was rare, and he was very optimistic about Ling Fan's potential. At such a young age, his future was limitless.
Lan Zihan, feeling the meaning in her father's gaze, couldn't help blushing shyly and lowered her head, sneaking glances at Ling Fan from the corner of her eye.