"Zhang Fan, come back!" Chi Fei jumped up, hugged Zhang Fan's neck, and put her legs around his waist.

"I miss you so much," Chi Fei said, tears of grievance and longing streaming down her cheeks. "I was so worried about you."

As her tense nerves relaxed, Chi Fei's stomach suddenly growled.

She hadn't eaten a single grain of rice or drunk a drop of water all day. Chi Fei felt a little embarrassed, and her cheeks flushed.

Looking at Chi Fei's cheeks, which were even redder than the sunset, and her shy expression, Zhang Fan couldn't help but kiss her. She was just too cute.

Chi Fei's cheeks turned even redder, as red as the blazing sun.

She was shy and nervous, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her skin, making her fragrance even stronger.

"What's that smells so good on you?"

Chi Fei lowered her head: "After we eat, I'll take you to see the flowers from the Miao region."

Zhang Fan knew that there were flowers in Miaojiang Valley that were not found elsewhere, and he thought that if there were suitable ones, it would be good to get some seeds to take home and plant.

As soon as the two stepped into the wooden building, they heard the sound of musical instruments.

The women brought out fruit and food and presented them to Zhang Fan, saying, "Master Zhang!"

Their eyes were filled with admiration when they looked at Zhang Fan; he was their hero.

He single-handedly wiped out two groups of people from the Heavenly Dragon Sect without suffering any injuries.

The Heavenly Dragon Sect has suffered a severe blow and must be furious.

The sect leader sat on the high platform, looking at the few lamps in the room, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

There are nine lamps in total, four of which are off, and five are still on.

Suddenly, the flames of the five lamps that were still lit flickered twice, as if there was a breeze.

The sect leader knew that this wasn't due to the wind, but rather because these people had been severely injured.

After shaking, two lamps went out, which startled him. Then, another lamp went out, leaving only two lamps with weak, dim flames.

Both lamps swayed and went out.

The sect leader was horrified; all nine of them were dead!

"Zhang Fan!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a deep-seated venom, like a wild beast scavenging for blood in the jungle, "I'm going to kill you!"