"Who am I really? Did I cause all this?" Seeing the blood-soaked ground, dismembered limbs scattered about like a terrifying scene from hell, Zhu Bufan stood stupefied, murmuring to himself.
"Sigh," a gentle exhalation of breath brought Zhu Bufan back to his senses. Unbeknownst to him, Wang Hui had already arrived nearby. Gazing upon the hellish scene, Wang Hui let out a soft sigh and then waved his sleeve, sending two fierce flames flying out from his hands.
As the flames hit the corpses, they started to burn wildly. It wasn't long before towering flames were leaping outside the small woods. Having approached Zhu Bufan, Wang Hui said, "Young brother, let's go. You, as you are now, need to recuperate."
"Master Wang Hui, all these people, did I kill them by myself? I–I..." Seeing a deep confusion in Zhu Bufan's eyes, as if he couldn't understand why he would do such a thing.
