Fire Adrift

Zhou Mo carried a Fire Seed in his chest.

He had come to Dali Temple to find Sun Shaozong so he could set off a towering blaze!

He wanted to use this fire to test the true mettle of Sun Shaozong, this upright official; he wanted to use it to burn a gaping hole in the Great Zhou dynasty!

At that moment, Zhou Mo feared nothing—at least, that was what he told himself.

He sat in the office of Dali Temple's Left Vice Minister, sizing up the Prince's Mansion Guards beside him with contempt. He crossed his left leg over his right, and without exerting the slightest force, his foot had already begun to tremble in graceful arcs.

Wasn't it just death?

He would die gloriously, die in a way that would be remembered for generations—even if all that remained was a legacy of curses!

In truth, not long ago, Zhou Mo had still been thinking about how to survive, even how to live more comfortably than before.

It was not until he realized that several Prince's Mansion Guards followed him closely wherever he went that he finally understood: all of that had been nothing but wishful thinking.

The moment this case had drawn attention, his fate had already been sealed.

Since death awaited him either way, why not drag a few others down with him?

And so he thought of Sun Shaozong.

Then he imagined how panicked Sun Shaozong would be once he exposed the truth before everyone.

The thought made him want to laugh.

Yet for some reason, the corners of his mouth refused to lift even a fraction, stubbornly maintaining a gloomy expression—perhaps this was what it meant to remain unmoved even when Mount Tai collapsed before one's eyes?

Zhou Mo's thoughts drifted, his brain working like