Ji Dong stood silently, his gaze fixed on Zhu Rong. The dazzling flames on his body were split into two by his centerline, golden on his right and deep black on his left, corresponding to the two extreme properties of his flames, highlighting Ji Dong's distinct temperament. The monarchs' arrogance and the Liquor God's pride, united in him. Lips tightly pressed together, Ji Dong never took his eyes off Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong's dominant gaze grew somewhat vacant as he stared intently at the golden flames surging in Ji's right hand, pronouncing each word slowly, "Bing... Wu... Primordial...Yang... Sacred...Fire?"
Ji Dong spoke in a deep voice, "Even if you are my teacher, you cannot insult my dignity. You didn't even check, so why did you say I didn't diligently cultivate?"
