Her thinking was simple.
The matter of the Crimson-Refining Ancestor was Cangming Sect's business and had little to do with Jiang Fan.
Even if her cultivation was inferior to Jiang Fan's, she would never let him die before her.
This was the responsibility of a Cangming Sect disciple!
Yet the Crimson-Refining Ancestor merely glanced at her and did not strike.
Only a flicker of disdain passed through his scarlet eyes.
"A little brat from Cangming Sect. Your courage is commendable, but what a pity—you are somewhat foolish!"
He turned his gaze to Jiang Fan, the corners of his mouth twisting into a warped smile.
"You, on the other hand... are rather interesting..."
Jiang Fan looked at him calmly and pondered aloud.
"You deliberately lured us here?"
The Crimson-Refining Ancestor looked surprised.
"Oh? You figured it out?"
"I deliberately released those scraps of clues to fish for the few remaining little fish of Cangming Sect. Who would have thought I would hook two shrimps like you instead!"
He openly sneered.
"Otherwise, did you truly think the two of you could sneak into the stone cavern without my noticing?"
"That Altar is connected to my mind. Let alone living people, even if a flying insect approached, I would know it like the back of my hand!"
He extended a blackened finger and pointed at Crimson Moon from afar.
"I allowed this little brat to spy outside the stone cavern several times and refrained from taking the information on Cangming Sect's secret vault only because I wanted to use her mouth to spread word that Blood-Fiend Valley was in the Azure-Cloud Mountain Range!"
Crimson Moon felt as though she had been struck by lightning.
So every move she had made had long been within the other party's calculations.
Her supposed lucky investigations and