Lin Fan knew that the seemingly inconspicuous homeless man's strength was likely above his own!

Even as he quietly caressed a wooden stick, a sharp sword intent faintly emanated from him, the terrifying pressure causing Lin Fan to break out in a cold sweat, as if a sword was hanging over his head.

"You can leave." The homeless man picked his nose, looking indifferent and carefree, saying, "I'm not going down the mountain. Anyway, you guys can handle it."

Lin Fan took a deep breath, expressionless, "Then don't blame me for being disrespectful."