The high dome of Qingyan City is always dull gray.
Just like the ember stone in Ning Xuan's hand beside the fire at this moment, it is chaotic, hot and restless.
He could "hear" the screams before the order collapsed - this talent once allowed the Ning family to reach the pinnacle of weapon refining.
Until all the elite members of the family died in Fenghuo Gorge, the remaining one guarded this black furnace that was corroded by Tao embers, and could not even cure his sister's illness.
When the second young master of the Tang family kicked over the medicine basket with his men, he had a proud smile on his face.
But in the turbid medicinal soup, Ning Xuan heard an unusual cracking sound deep in the fire...
