"Mr. Zheng, are you alright?"
The woman had escaped, and Lin Fan did not bother to chase after her.
Walking to the corner, he patted Zheng Tianxiang, who had fainted.
"Mr. Lin... I'm fine... I'm fine..."
Zheng Tianxiang, who had regained consciousness, hurriedly checked his body.
Other than feeling weaker than before, there were no external injuries.
"Hey, get up."
Only then did Lin Fan pat Zheng Ruhao, who was still lying on the ground.
He had him carry Zheng Tianxiang and they walked deeper inside.
Soon, they arrived at an even larger cave.
Before entering, Lin Fan had already sensed a chilling coldness.
"You two wait here, I'll go inside and take a look."
Lin Fan asked the Zheng father and son to stop, then he entered the cave himself.
In the pitch-black cave, many artifacts were placed.
But what attracted the most attention was the object in the center that resembled neither a cauldron nor a furnace.
It was pitch black, with three legs and two handles.
