Ye Fan glanced at the mess in the audience, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.

This battle was full of crisis, and more than half of the Feiyun Sect disciples were injured or killed.

"Father, grandpa!"

After explaining the matter, Ye Fan finally came to Ye Feihua and Ye Batian. While calling, his eyes trembled.

"Xiaofan, you have suffered!"

Ye Feihua and Ye Batian's eyes were nothing but cherishing.

The battle just now made them exhausted, and Ye Fan faced a life-and-death crisis several times.

Although the danger has passed, the difficult battle just now has been lingering in their hearts and it is difficult to dissipate for a long time.

"I'm fine, as long as you have nothing to do!"

Ye Fan shook his head and looked at Ye Feihua and the others with peace, with satisfaction in his eyes.

Ye Fan was actually used to the battle just now.
Chapter completed!