Chapter 497: Crimson Cloud Purple Fruit

sly in his cave, one hand clutching a ball of silk thread while the other held the wooden carving given to him by Old Lady Jing, flipping it over and over again.Everything that just happened felt like...eturned to normal.An avatar raised a finger and pointed at the black coffin. With a series of "kacha" sounds, the coffin split into several pieces, then rearranged in mid-air to form a seamless set o...