Just as An Xiaoya thought she was going to be hit by the fireball, it merely grazed her ear, igniting a strand of her hair.
Quicker than the charred smell of her burnt hair was the arrival of a shrill, wretched scream.
An Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously opened one eye.
There was indeed no fireball in front of her, just a pair of cold, somber eyes not far from her.
"Xiaoya, come here."
Shi Yaoguang beckoned to her.
An Xiaoya obediently walked forward in a robotic manner.
It wasn't until she reached Shi Yaoguang that she realized something was off.
"Master Shi... what just happened?"
Standing beside Shi Yaoguang, she clearly saw a small pit on the ground, scorched by flames.
Shi Yaoguang said, "There was something filthy just now."
Upon hearing this, An Xiaoya couldn't help but show a shocked expression.
"Filthy... thing?"
She didn't doubt Shi Yaoguang's words.
But...
She hadn't felt anything at all.
