It was all like a dream. The raging cries of Yinfer's azure flames swallowed the blares of misery that quickly echoed from the nine disciples.
Like a heavy blanket, the flames wove together and restrained the middle-aged man and his so-called subservient brothers. The cave rendered silent, the only audible noise was the flicker of tender flames that danced in the wind.
Zhuque Li and the young lady by his side stared at this scene in stunned stupefaction. Their eyes encompassing the tender shoulders, fascinating hair, blistering aura, and nonchalant posture. She didn't resemble someone who had just burnt off nine people to their death, but a heavenly beauty who stood by in front of a warm campfire.
