Jiang Fan took out a jade box, placed the blood-red key inside, and threw it into his space storage device.
He then reflexively pulled out the Turtle Breath Cloak.
It was only then that he remembered he had already returned it to Gu Huaxi.
Nowhere to hide.
The sound of the approaching voice drew closer.
With a quick thought, he retrieved the key and tucked it into his sleeve for later use.
Then, he casually stepped out from behind the stone.
Acting as though nothing had happened, he headed toward the space transmission array leading to the next layer.
The two parties were less than a hundred zhang apart.
Jiang Fan's sudden appearance naturally caught the attention of the two.
The tall, burly male disciple with a calm complexion merely glanced at the unfamiliar Jiang Fan with slight surprise.
Wearing a wine-red, form-fitting long dress that accentuated her stunning figure, was none other than Wu Manyue.
She was still just as she always was.
