Jiang Chen noticed that a black crow had unexpectedly appeared on the eighth floor.
He was taken aback.
'How did another crow suddenly appear?'
As he was wondering about this, Fang Yinzi suddenly spoke.
"Jiang Chen, you must be wondering about that crow."
Seeing Jiang Chen nod, Fang Yinzi smiled. "That crow actually entered the Ghost Temple five hundred years ago."
"His aptitude is also quite remarkable, but still not enough to impress me. Even when he wanted to inherit my legacy, I refused."
"But I would much rather choose you."
Jiang Chen was taken aback again, completely unsure how much of the old man's words were true.
However, he chose not to believe Fang Yinzi at all.
Just then, his gaze fell upon the crow on the eighth floor.
The crow suddenly began to speak.
It jeered loudly at the Flame Dragon and the others, "Haha, you bunch of fools."
"You absolute fools."
"The eighth floor is a dead end! Once you enter, you can never leave!"
