C32 Chi Zhangdan

Chi Zhangdan wished he lacked the courage. The sudden burst of flames was like a lethal white lotus—no, even more exquisite than the flower itself.

He couldn't recall how he ended up in this desolate place, only that his legs had carried him there, away from even the safety of his own room.

His heart pounded as if it would burst from his chest, and a persistent ringing echoed in his ears