Evan gave a faint smile as he set the pot down and switched off the stove. He cooled it instantly, then stowed it back in his subspace before finally lifting his eyes to meet the gaze of the new arrival.
It was a lone woman this time. She wore the usual long robes most cultivators wore, though hers were a bit scorched, the singed fabric still faintly smoking at the edges.
Her jet-black hair was tied into a loose braid that swung behind her, and despite her burns and visible exhaustion, her stern eyes watched Evan with guarded intensity.
Evan didn't mind. Honestly, he would've found it more suspicious if she wasn't on edge in a situation like this.
The moment he opened his inventory, he silently activated Appraisal, his expression not changing even the slightest bit from the result he saw.
A result which confirmed that he was definitely in the Infernal Dimension.
