Wen Shu pushed away the staggering Lu Di, took out a Crystal Stone from his pocket, lit the grass mat beside him, and threw it onto the prison door made of special materials.
Strangely, the door, which appeared to be iron, instantly ignited with a ghostly blue flame, and the ground's warming hay caught fire as well.
Thick black smoke filled the cell. Lu Di looked at Wen Shu in shock, seeing her face calm and indifferent. He tried to pull her away as he stood up, "Are you crazy?!"
The eerie flames scorched the ground. Wen Shu shook off Lu Di's hand, jumped onto the stone bed, her arm burned by the tongues of fire, exposing the crimson flesh underneath.
"You forced my hand. It's better to die than to be at your mercy."
Through the ever-growing inferno, she coldly stared at Lu Di, ignoring the wounds on her arm.
