Rou'er stared at the Dragon Elder as if she were looking at some pathetic, mentally retarded fool, and then, without a single word, she let the verdant flames crash down upon the Dragon Elder's body.
Ignoring the piercing screams of agony echoing through the void, she walked serenely toward Qingyi's lifeless body.
"Rou'er… can you really save him?" A trembling voice broke the silence.
It was Ruxue, who had materialized beside her, her pale cheeks smudged with ruined makeup, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
Right behind her, one after another, all of Qingyi's wives emerged from the World of the Mind, their faces etched with pain and hope, without so much as a glance at the Dragon Elder writhing in agony, consumed by the flames.
"Yes." She nodded firmly, though deep inside, uncertainty still made her tremble.
The truth was that the flames of primordial chaos could never truly return to being the flames of life.
