Seeing the shards of glass on the floor, Xiao Han realized that he was at home. He broke into a sweat, chuckled dryly, and with a flicker between his eyebrows, a flame swooped up the glass shards. The next moment, a whole pane of glass appeared on the window.
If someone had seen that, they would surely be astonished, as this was mastery over the Fire Superpower to an exceptional degree.
"What's wrong?" Su Muqing pushed the door open and entered, a face full of concern, followed by a few others, all looking sleepily bemused.
Xiao Han was speechless. What time was it, and they were still sleeping?
"Nothing, just had a nightmare," Xiao Han bluffed casually.
Nightmare? Everyone exchanged glances, their faces speechless. They didn't believe it for a second—Xiao Han was fearless to the extreme. If even he could have nightmares, that would be incredibly odd.
They knew Xiao Han was spouting nonsense, but seeing that nothing was actually wrong, they all yawned and left the place.
