"Rise, child. Would you like to be my disciple?" Zhang Fan squatted down and lifted Zhou Fan up with his own hands. He released a little Qi in his palm and refined a healing elixir, sending its efficacy into Zhou Fan's body.

Zhang Fan was now highly respected in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, and his strength was high. He had made great achievements again and again, and his prestige was second only to Ding Hao's. The elixir he took out was not ordinary. The wounds on the ...