Withered Pine Stream, Flame Cloud Cave.
The night had deepened, and inside a stone chamber, only two candle flames, the size of beans, were barely dispelling the darkness of the chamber.
Soft sobs arose, and Red Boy stood quietly, before him was the memorial tablet of Princess Iron-Fan.
In front of others, Red Boy did not show his sadness, but when alone, he could no longer maintain his outward calm, and could only hide here and cry by himself.
"Mother, Holy Infant misses you..." Red Boy stared at the memorial tablet and sobbed softly.
Although he had long been used to living alone away from his parents, a simple parting was naturally completely different from a permanent separation by death.
"Mother, don't worry, the Holy Monk gave me a Demon Emperor Pill, I've become more powerful now, no one can bully me anymore, and I will definitely avenge you!" Red Boy said in a low, halting sob.
"Ah..."
