"Zhu Rong?" What a domineering name, Ji Dong still clearly remembered, in the myths and legends of his previous life, the name of the Fire God was called Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong was extremely tall, towering over the fourteen-year-old Ji Dong by more than two heads, with broad shoulders, a restless energy between his eyebrows and a face that conveyed power without anger. His white hair revealed his not so young actual age. Although he didn't release any presence, Ji Dong still felt a sense of suffocation in front of him.
"Hello, Teacher Zhu Rong." Ji Dong greeted with a bow.
Zhu Rong nodded, "There is only one condition for learning from me, not being afraid of hardship. Understand? Come, let me see your Dual Fire Magic Power." As he spoke, he raised his right hand and pressed it on Ji Dong's chest, just like Zhu Lao Er did yesterday.
