"Zhou Yuan, I've been waiting for you."
Within the dark room, Zhou Yuan heard a voice.
But in his sight, he saw an old man sitting in front of a small table.
Zhou Yuan looked indifferent as he walked forward.
He lifted his finger up slightly and flames emerged from his fingertips.
The flames immediately flew up and became three fireballs and floated in the air, making the room even brighter.
"Do you like darkness? Me too. But if that's the case, neither of us can have a proper conversation." Zhou Yuan smiled slightly and sat cross-legged in front of Hu Qianyang.
"It should be like this." Hu Qianyang said as he snapped his fingers.
In the next instant, the three fireballs turned into blue flames.
Zhou Yuan was slightly surprised when he saw this. The fire should be under his control, but it could be taken over by Hu Qianyang.
