Outside the hall.
Several Wutong Peak disciples stood aside, watching this furnace disciple who had taken the initiative to come.
Their eyes were full of scrutiny.
This furnace disciple is quite audacious.
Wen Zhixing stood with a calm expression.
He met the gazes of the other Wutong Peak disciples and even took the initiative to smile.
The wind transformed into soft fluff, gently and lingeringly lifting the strands of hair before his forehead.
Sunlight sprinkled over him, coating his surroundings with a faint golden halo, as if draping him with sacred wings.
At that moment, Wen Zhixing appeared as if an Immortal had descended to the mortal world.
Seeing this, the other Wutong Peak disciples couldn't help but hold their breath.
This furnace disciple... seems rather good-looking.
Not at all like those frail furnace disciples.
If one were to consume him... It might feel different, right...? Great nourishment?
