"He's… burning his clothes?"
Everyone was stunned as they stared at Li Nianfan with dumbfounded expressions.
The main thing was that he was just a commoner.
The atmosphere that had been tense and hopeless suddenly dispersed, turning unbelievably strange.
Chu Yun could not help but say, "Mr. Li, were you burning your clothes to test the temperature of the fire?"
Yan Zu laughed, "Hahaha, it seems like my hell-like dreamscape has finally caused someone to go crazy. Don't you feel hopeless? Don't you feel helpless and just want to die earlier?"
He merely quietly looked on as the cloth fell into the flames and… disappeared into ashes.
The White Cloud Sect disciples had held onto an unreasonable sliver of hope, thinking that those robes were some immense treasure, and had been hopefully waiting for it to erupt in power, yet, "That's… that's it?"
"No… Impossible!"
