"Brother He, you've come to the Tianzhou Continent too?"
When Yang Fan saw He Qiang, he was stunned and showed surprise!
His words left the people around him completely bewildered.
He Qiang stared intently at Yang Fan, his face contorted with rage, and roared, "Who the hell are you? Why are you impersonating me?"
Despite He Qiang's angry rebuke, Yang Fan's expression remained unchanged.
At this moment.
Elder Qian and the others all turned their gazes toward Yang Fan.
This guy... is he an imposter?
Elder Qian thought of the earlier incident where this fellow had insulted him... his expression grew increasingly grim.
"Brother He, don't get so angry."
Yang Fan gave an awkward smile and returned to his original appearance.
"Holy crap! Fan... Brother Fan? How could it be you?"
"You...you...you're not already dead?"
"Ah! This...how is this possible!"
"My God, am I seeing things?"
The moment Yang Fan revealed his true face, the scene erupted.
He Qiang stared wide-eyed at Yang Fan, both surprised and excited.
Elder Qian and the other disciples of the Holy Light Sect were terrified!
Yang Fan!
The boy whose death enraged the Azure Emperor, leading to the destruction of the Beast Taming Sect?
Didn't he die twelve years ago?
How come he's still alive?
At this moment, everyone's hearts were in turmoil, filled with disbelief!
"If it wasn't me, who else could it be?" Yang Fan said with a smile.
"Brother Fan, it really is you... I knew you wouldn't die!"
He Qiang was extremely excited, from the bottom of his heart.
The next moment, he rushed over and gave Yang Fan a big bear hug.
Elder Qian's face was pale, and his legs were trembling slightly.
He was unaware that the He Qiang of twelve years ago was actually Yang Fan in disguise.
He was quite frightened to see Yang Fan, this mysterious young man, come back from the dead... and suddenly appear at the Holy Light Cult.
This kid... is a plague god in the eyes of all the immortals on the Tianzhou Continent, and no one dares to provoke him.
"Brother, what are you doing here?" Yang Fan asked curiously.
"Brother Fan, don't mention it... it's all tears when you talk about it..."
When He Qiang heard Yang Fan talking about his sad experiences, he immediately burst into tears.
Yang Fan looked at him, his face full of embarrassment.
Although He Qiang didn't say it aloud, he could roughly understand the reason in his mind.
"Don't worry, I'll definitely make it up to you later. I'm going to Tianzun Peak now."
Yang Fan patted He Qiang's shoulder, whose face was full of sorrow, and promised him with a smile.
No disciple of the Holy Light Sect dared to stop Yang Fan from going to Tianzun Peak.
After bidding farewell to He Qiang, Yang Fan walked quickly... arriving at Tianzun Peak in just a short while.
"Ah! You...you...you're still alive?"
Yang Fan had just arrived at Tianzun Peak when he encountered Yu'er, the Holy Venerable's maid.
Yu'er gasped in surprise, her expression one of disbelief as if she had seen a ghost.
Within the Holy Light Cult, only two people knew about Yang Fan's dual identity.
One is her, and the other is the Holy Venerable.
That's why Yu'er was terrified the moment she saw Yang Fan.
She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes hard to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
Why would you want me to die?
Yang Fan, his face dark, retorted to this feisty little firecracker.
"Ah no...no..."
What is that?
"I...I'm just surprised..."
"Where is that woman, Holy One?"
"She's repairing the chain in her bedchamber. I'll go get her now..."
As Yu'er spoke, she was about to go and report to the Holy Venerable.
She believed that the Holy Venerable must be extremely excited and happy to know that Yang Fan was still alive and had returned.
"No need, I'll go find her myself."
Yang Fan shook his head slightly, declining Yu'er's kind offer.
"All right."
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