Jiang Fan lightly furrowed his brow.
He vaguely felt that Venerate Xinnie's tone seemed to carry another meaning.
Thinking of this, he harbored a sense of caution.
His eyes subtly turned, and he said, "Alright, Master."
"Let's go, first to find the Connecting Sky Black Pillar, then to meet the Asura Clan."
White Horse Temple.
The innermost Buddha Hall.
An immortal monk, whose appearance alternated between male and female, youthful and old, sat cross-legged suspended in the air.
He held the Jade Box handed over by True Word Venerable.
A clump of ashes endlessly flitted about inside, seeming to yearn to fly out.
Ironically, its direction was precisely where Jiang Fan was located.
As it turned out, earlier True Word Venerable seized a moment when Venerate Xinnie and everyone were distracted by the Buddhist sound.
He had grabbed the ashes.
Otherwise, these ashes would have all fallen onto Jiang Fan, and he would have been immediately exposed.
