The gloomy wind carried scorched dust across the desolate courtyard.
The burning firewood crackled, becoming the only distinct sound at the moment.
The blazing flames shot upwards, casting long shadows of two confronting figures.
With a gust of wind, the shadows twisted and flickered on the ground, clawing fiercely.
As if at the next moment, a terrifying battle would erupt here again.
Everyone held their breath nervously, watching the scene unfold.
Fang Cheng held his fist that was still steaming hot, his gaze calm as an unfathomable cold pond.
As if the earth-shattering, missile-like punch earlier had nothing to do with him.
"Monster?"
He softly repeated the word, his tone devoid of any emotion, as if examining a label irrelevant to himself.
Then, he lifted his eyes and firmly fixed his fiery gaze on Chen Hongye.
"No, you got it wrong."
Fang Cheng's voice wasn't loud, but it distinctly reached everyone's ears present.
"I'm not a monster."
