The group exchanged glances, and seeing that no one else dared to step forward, Ran Qingchen said indifferently, "I'll go first."
Without any hesitation, the woman dashed towards the cave.
"Be careful!"
Jiang Shouzhong shouted.
Ran Qingchen faltered for a moment and then vanished into the cavern.
It was a good half incense stick's time before suddenly a "boom" echoed from inside the cave, and then a figure was sent flying out—
It was Ran Qingchen.
The woman retreated, her toes lightly touching the ground, retreating several steps before stabilizing her delicate body.
At this moment, her complexion had faded, her cheeks were pale as paper, her expression held traces of shock and pain, and her right hand, gripping the hilt of her sword, was bloody, with a shallow wound on her abdomen.
"Are you okay?"
Jiang Shouzhong, startled, quickly went up to her and asked.
