The night in Fengwu City was unusually quiet. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting pale patterns across the floor of Li Jian's room.
Li Jingxuan walked softly down the hallway, he couldn't hide his excitement. He has a guess in mind that his father called him to straighten his fire energy.
Since his bloodline awakening, the fire within him was stronger than ever, but also unstable. He had been unable to control it, and feared what might happen if he lost control. Without the fire suppression clothing he wears daily, anything he touches would catch fire. This instability hindered his cultivation, causing him to fall far behind his brothers. Despite his frustration, he couldn't bring himself to tell his father.
He reached Li Jain's room door and knocked gently.
"Come in," Li Jian said, putting aside the scroll in his hands.
