Xiao Jie walked out slowly from the swirling dust, his upper body bare. The remnants of sweat still lingered on his bronze skin, and his muscles flowed with lines full of strength. The fiery red glow on his body had already extinguished, but if you looked closely, you could see an occasional sharp golden light like that of a Golden Crow flash deep in his pupils. However, that gleam flashed and vanished, ultimately hiding completely, turning back into the profound black eyes of a human.
Immediately after, An Ran also walked out from behind him.
Her expression was somewhat complex, mixed with fatigue, satisfaction, shyness, and a trace of bewilderment. Her clothes had been scorched in several places by the uncontrollable flames earlier, revealing the snowy white skin underneath. She seemed somewhat disheveled, yet there was a lazy air about her, like the calm after a storm.
