“My dear disciple, this place is dangerous. Let me show you the way.” “My dear disciple, take this. It can help you consolidate your realm.” “My dear disciple, the weather is getting cold. Put on my clothes. Don’t catch a cold…” … Lin Fan’s meticulous care for his disciples moved the group of female disciples to tears. One day, a female disciple couldn’t help herself any longer and threw herself into Lin Fan’s arms. She asked with tears in her eyes: “Master, why are you so good to me?” Lin Fan sighed and said helplessly: “Don’t say anything. It’s fate. It’s all fate!”