"Are you talking about this key?"
He slowly raised his right hand, displaying the silver key in midair.
The metal edges shimmered in the light with a cold, hard, and hypnotic sheen.
"Yes."
Zheng Hongxin pressed his lips tight, his voice strained.
As he spoke, he braced his hands on his cane and knee, using the leverage to quickly push himself up from the ground.
Seeing this, Chen Jiandong immediately stepped forward, half his body shielding his teacher from the front.
At the same time his right hand pressed down on the hilt at his waist, both eyes locked on the uninvited guest atop the altar, in case the other side suddenly struck.
The newcomer looked down at the two people below, who were fully on guard, and replied calmly:
"A friend gave it to me."
Hearing this, Zheng Hongxin's frail body jolted violently.
"You… say that again!"
The old man's voice carried a clear tremor, his chest heaving, even the arm holding the cane was shaking uncontrollably.
