"Why is the temperature of the hot wind coming out of the tower so high?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
"Isn't this what Hell on Earth looks like?"
The Red-headed Monk gave a bitter smile, leading the group into the temple. Inside the temple tower, the temperature was even higher. Yun Ziliang was sweating profusely, and after wiping himself with a handkerchief, he could wring water out of it.
"It's so hot, how can you guys live here?"
Yun Ziliang complained.
Li Changxun, also overwhelmed by the heat, summoned a gust of wind towards himself. But as soon as the wind started, instead of lowering the temperature, the surroundings turned into a furnace, making the temperature intensify greatly,
so much so that Zhou Xuan thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, as he saw the wall not far away glowing like red-hot iron.
"Changxun, why are you blowing? The more you blow, the hotter it gets." Yun Ziliang scolded.
