"So you're called Fengqi," he began, "I must say, you're far inferior to Huangyun. If you don't want to come out, I have my ways of making you do so!"
Upon hearing these words, Fengqi, who was inside the Sword Forest Tomb, was suddenly overwhelmed with shame and anger. He hated comparisons to Huangyun more than anything.
However, just as this feeling of hatred had begun to emerge from the depths of his spirit, his soul was like fuel added to a fire, instantly set ablaze by this dark emotion, which spread throughout his entire Soul World.
"Ah! ——"
Bogged down in boundless jealousy, Fengqi was overcome, his soul twisted in excruciating pain.
He could no longer maintain control over the Formation. His eyes turned blood red, his chest felt as though it was filled with surging jealousy, and, against his will, his figure started flying out of the Sword Forest Tomb, roaring aloud.
"Huangyun!"
