He walked to the corner of the mountain's back.
Zhu Yinghuan quickly followed.
He noticed that Jiang Fan was already holding a horsetail whisk in his hand.
His old face changed color instantly: "The Serenity Duster of the Green Crane Masters?"
Jiang Fan waved it twice, emitting rays of pure light, and said:
"My master gave it to me for self-defense."
"Elder Zhu, please keep this secret for me."
Zhu Yinghuan no longer had any doubts?
The Serenity Duster is a personal magical treasure that the Green Crane Masters would never part from.
Unless he gave it away voluntarily, it would never fall into someone else's hands.
His glowing old face immediately showed a smile:
"So you're a distinguished pupil of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple!"
"A member of our West Sea Demon Clan once served as the Guardian Mountain Beast at the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple."
"It seems our families have quite a connection."
Jiang Fan chuckled inwardly without speaking.
