Jiang Fan froze.
He glanced at the woman's red robes but found neither a Cangming Sect disciple's insignia nor any demonic energy, so he asked in return.
"Who are you?"
"Do you know what happened to the Cangming Sect?"
When the woman in red saw that Jiang Fan had questioned her instead of answering, she frowned.
"You have some nerve!"
"If I hadn't helped you just now, you'd already be trapped in that cavern!"
"Is this how you treat someone who saved your life?"
Jiang Fan paused at her words, then the corners of his lips lifted in a faint smile.
He neither explained nor grew angry, merely shaking his head.
"Then thank you for your help, miss!"
After a moment's thought, he introduced himself.
"My name is Jiang Fan, and this is my younger sister, Jiang Ming. We came to the Cangming Sect to deliver a message on someone's behalf!"
The woman in red fixed Jiang Fan with a piercing stare and pressed him.
"On whose behalf? What message?"
Jiang Fan did not answer. He simply looked at her quietly.
After meeting Jiang Fan's gaze for a while, the woman in red realized she could detect no trace of deceit or evasiveness in his eyes.
Moreover, he had an extraordinary bearing, his presence restrained rather than openly displayed. He did not seem like a treacherous man.
She softened her manner somewhat and cleared her throat.
"Very well!"
"I am Crimson Moon, a core disciple of the Cangming Sect, apprenticed to Master Chixia, the sect's law enforcement elder!"
"A calamity suddenly struck the Cangming Sect. I'm afraid I may be the only one left in the entire sect. If you have something to tell us, you can tell me first!"
As she spoke, a flicker of pain crossed her eyes.