C25

Wang Zhen's hair was a mess, and his face was disheveled. He was covered in mud and gravel as he sat in the deep pit. Faintly, he stared at the two Fire Dragon Cauldrons swaying in front of him and only after a long moment did he regain his senses.

"Cough, cough."

Wang Zhen's face was calm as he looked around. In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint