To say that both the physical and emotional pain Wen Ran felt right now was bearable would be an understatement. His whole body burned, searing from the inside out, as though molten iron coursed through his veins. His muscles felt shredded, his bones seemed to groan with each movement, and his emotions ran wild—a storm of rage, regret, and defiance tearing through him. From the depths of his heart, a profound ache surfaced, clawing at his chest like an old wound torn open once more.
Yet still, he welcomed the lightning. He welcomed that destructive power that sought nothing but to annihilate the demon—the devil—who dared challenge it. The heavens were arrogant; even a child yet to step onto the cultivation path knew better than to bite the hand that fed them.
But not Wen Ran. Oh no, he didn't care about any of that.
