The surrounding temperature gradually returned to normal, and the fiery aura in the air slowly dissipated.
Ye Qingchen stood next to Old San, coldly watching his fallen body, a trace of chill flashing in his eyes.
Old San's struggle and anger ultimately couldn't overcome Ye Qingchen.
Old San lay on the ground, his face covered in blood and soot, his eyes filled with anger and malice, staring fixedly at Ye Qingchen.
His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving violently, but that fierce spirit didn't fade in the slightest.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know who you are, but having the guts to behave so brazenly in front of the Saint Heir's chamber, Jiang Qi the Saint Heir will definitely not spare you! You're dead!"
Upon hearing Old San's threat, Ye Qingchen's lips curled slightly, revealing a cold smile.
