That's odd.
Just now, it seemed like there was a streak of fire shooting up into the sky.
Victor Dong frowned, shook his head with a wry smile, and decided he must have been mistaken. After all, the golden sunset on the sea looked just like flames.
It was understandable that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
After a moment's thought, Victor Dong straightened his coat, feeling the temperature rise. He couldn't help but joke to himself, "Is my anxiety suppressing the cold? I'm a Second Rank, after all—this is too nervous."
Not liking herself was normal—after all, she wasn't money. But the fact that Monica Zhang, from the same high school, made Zoe feel a strong sense of inferiority, severely damaging her confidence.
Inside the island.
The headquarters of Green Mountain Sect, once a ruin of broken walls, was now filled with unimaginable heat, as waves of scorching air rolled through.
Crack.
The raging streams of flame finally subsided.
The once-solid ground, now completely melted, slowly solidified into a dark red scorched earth, like hardened lava.
Crack-crack.
A gentle sea breeze swept in, rapidly cooling the scorched earth and making it crackle.
Miles Ning stood with his hands behind his back, squinting as he watched the dramatic changes. Pain and struggle appeared on his wrinkled face, yet he said nothing.
The main gate of Green Mountain Sect survived.
Aside from that, a small part of the living quarters remained intact, untouched by Miles Ning's flames.
Nearby.
Andrew Han stood quietly on a boulder, his face serious and his heart heavy. In the deep winter of the East Sinoveran Sea, it felt like the height of summer.
Absurd. Ridiculous. It was like something out of a fairy tale.
And this phenomenon was all caused by Miles Ning alone, leaving Andrew Han bewildered—his master was simply too powerful.