"Wait!"
Huo Wu suddenly shouted.
Her voice was so loud that it even echoed through the empty passageway.
Huo Wushuang jumped in fright and tried to grab his sister, only for Huo Wu to shake him off.
She hurried over to Lu Ming.
When she was still three steps away, the faint thunderous pressure emanating from Sikong Zhen forced her to stop.
Huo Wu paid Sikong Zhen no mind.
She stared fixedly at Lu Ming.
"Dean Lu."
Her chest rose and fell violently. Clearly, she was making an extraordinarily difficult decision.
"I want to know."
"Why is my fire so utterly powerless before her?"
Lu Ming halted.
He turned sideways and looked at the stubborn red-haired girl.
"Because you only know how to set fires."
"You do not understand Fire Control."
Lu Ming's voice was calm.
"Flames are not merely tools of destruction. They are also a form of energy."
"You devote all your effort to pursuing the temperature and explosive range of your flames, yet overlook the structure of the energy itself."
"It is like a nouveau riche smashing people with gold bricks."
"It looks frightening."
"But it is actually foolish and clumsy."
Those words were like a sharp blade, directly cutting open the misconception Huo Wu had cultivated for years.
A nouveau riche smashing people with gold bricks.
Huo Wu gave a bitter laugh.
So, in his eyes, the talent she had always been so proud of was actually so crude.
"Then..."
Huo Wu took a deep breath.
Her knees suddenly gave way.
Before everyone's eyes, before the pride and dignity that this peacock-proud girl valued most dearly—
She knelt.
"Dean Lu."
"I want to learn."
"I want to learn true Fire Control."
"Blazing Fire Academy cannot teach me what I want."
"I want to join Jixia!"
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