"If you're not seriously injured, stop pretending to be dead, get up and lead the way." Jin Jian glanced at Shen Luo, speaking impatiently.
Shen Luo cursed inwardly, hastily healed the wound on his back, and staggered forward.
A group of Taiyi True Immortals following behind a Great Mahayana Stage Cultivator, such a spectacle is truly a rare sight.
Because Bai Chuan and the others were behind, Shen Luo had to be extra careful, not only to guard against the spatial rifts but also to prevent them from noticing anything suspicious.
Therefore, Shen Luo couldn't walk too smoothly, nor too clumsily.
The deeper he went, the more spatial rifts appeared in the spatial passageway, and Shen Luo discovered that the entire passageway's space was folded, making its actual length much longer than it appeared.
Along the way, Shen Luo carefully picked a few spatial rifts to bump and scrape into, quickly ending up battered and covered in blood.
