Raging flames scorched the night, tongues of fire spewing upward and tracing arcs beneath the bright moon.
The violent wind whipped up by the helicopter stirred the scorching air as it made a sharp turn and stopped above the metal tower.
The raging wind swept across He Ao's expressionless face, lifting his clothes until they snapped loudly.
Below the howling rotors, a handsome man sat beside the open side door of the helicopter. He lowered his head and watched He Ao before him.
"Interesting."
He slowly rose to his feet, an ancient voice emerging from his youthful mouth. "I recognize you."
Boom—
He leaped lightly from the helicopter, his feet landing on the hard Metal Platform with a thunderous crash. Looking at He Ao, he continued in an old, hoarse voice, "You're He Ao?"
He Ao:
"Oh, no."
He shook his head, studying He Ao's face closely before smiling. "You're Hao Yi. I've seen your photo—the mysterious B-rank who appeared out of nowhere, suspected to have come from the ruins."
Then he looked at He Ao and narrowed his eyes slightly. "So, Sir Hao Yi, I don't believe I invited you. You came all this way and turned our base into such raging flames. What exactly do you want?"
"If I said I was just passing by, would you believe me?"
He Ao looked at the handsome youth and smiled. "I passed through here, heard the dead wailing, and conveniently sent those wrongfully slain souls on their way with a fire."
"So Sir Hao Yi believes we did something wrong?"
The handsome youth withdrew his gaze from the surrounding flames, looked at He Ao, and smiled. "Since you found this place, you must have learned a little about the Radiance Society. Perhaps you have some minor misunderstandings about us."
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