He let out a long breath.
The redness on his face gradually faded away.
The flames receded, and Xu Zimei's eyes shone brightly like a blazing torch.
"This Zhurong Technique is truly domineering," Xu Zimei murmured to himself.
As he exhaled, a stream of white mist followed the path of his Extraordinary Meridians and exited his mouth.
He looked up again, and the outside sky had already brightened.
Xu Zimei got out of bed and opened the door, the flaming tree outside still burning fiercely.
In the courtyard, at some unknown time, someone had taken a seat.
A young man sat beneath the pavilion, holding black chess pieces in his right hand and white chess pieces in his left, playing a game against himself.
"Good morning, brother," the young man greeted with a smile.
"Morning," Xu Zimei yawned and replied calmly.
"Brother, how about a match?" the young man extended his hand and asked.
Xu Zimei smiled and took a seat beside him.
