The fierce flames burned through most of the sky, the thick winter clouds all evaporating and dissipating under the intense heat.
A person, bathed entirely in these fierce sacred flames, collided into Jiuyuan Mountain like a meteor from the heavens.
The flames flowed back to the person's forehead and dispersed; he had a naturally pale complexion, a scarlet flame imprint on his forehead, deep features, and looked as strikingly beautiful as a fire god.
He stood outside the grand entrance, and as the wind and snow fell upon him, they seemed to avoid him in fear.
Xiao Ming quickly scanned the hall, finally fixing his gaze on Baili Yu, his expression turning solemn as he greeted, "Greetings, Sword Master."
Baili Yu looked at him with deep, black eyes but didn't utter a word.
Yet no one knew that at this moment, his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an iron claw.
Seeing no response from him, Xiao Ming hesitated, seeming to ponder about offering an explanation.
