"..."
Ji Jue turned his head and looked at him, his dazed and lost expression, and withdrew his gaze with pity.
"How many of the hells in this world are not man-made?"
.
.
"Awake?"
A gentle voice arose beside him, unhurried and leisurely.
In a daze, Wen Su opened her eyes from a long dream and saw the figure sitting by the window, a middle-aged man with a lazy smile, his smile gentle: "This time, sneaking out really caused a huge mess...
You utterly overdid it. If it weren't for me holding him back, the fourth might have already swallowed you whole."
"…Father?"
Wen Su's expression stiffened for a moment, instinctively getting up, restraining her trembling and unease.
Then, she felt her injuries... originally severe enough to tear her apart, had remarkably improved, without any aftermath, even the wisp of Dragon Fire capable of burning her soul to ashes had vanished into thin air.
Narrowly escaping death.
