"Huh!"
Lin Fan looked at Qin Heng in surprise.
"Inner Strength: 101 years."
His gaze was a bit peculiar, as if he had discovered some new continent, and the look made Qin Heng uneasy, as though something was amiss.
The intensity of his stare was somewhat terrifying.
"Brother Lin, why are you looking at me like this? You're making me uncomfortable," Qin Heng said evasively. Did the other party somehow find out? During the time he was away, Qin had diligently served the Sect Leader, strengthened relations with fellow senior brothers, and built deep bonds.
Could it be that Lin Fan realized Qin was striving for the Sect Leader position and sensed that he had encountered a formidable rival?
The more Qin Heng thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
But alas, that's just the reward of the early bird catching the worm—effort and sweat paying off.
"It's nothing—keep it up; you're doing well."
