On the scorched earth ravaged by heavenly fire, Chen Pingchuan was gasping for breath. Although the flames on his body had been extinguished, they still radiated residual heat.
He heard the crisp sound of clapping from a distance. Following the sound with his gaze, he saw a figure slowly emerge from the smoke and dust.
The person was clad in a black robe, its edges embroidered with gold thread that shimmered with a mysterious light in the sun. His face was hidden under a hood, revealing only a pair of dark, profound eyes that conveyed an unfathomable depth. His figure was tall and slender, and every move he made exuded a strange aura, as if he had walked out of the darkness and could vanish back into it at any moment.
Then came the man's condescending invitation.
