With his thoughts settled, Meng Chuan gave a flicker and stepped out of the fire domain.
Looking back, the towering flames gradually faded with his departure until they vanished completely.
"I'll study it when I get back. First, I'll seize the mineral vein."
Lowering his head to inspect himself, he saw that although his clothes were tattered and his entire body was scorched black, he was actually in quite good condition.
As he leaped through the air, the blood scabs all over his body shattered and drifted away, revealing skin with the muted luster of uncut jade.
With a thought, his hill-like, rippling muscles propped up a hooded robe around him as he shot away through streaks of light and shadow.
Taking one stride across the air, he flew straight toward Black Mountain.
Meng Chuan's entire escape from the fire domain was watched by a furtive figure concealed in the shadows.
"He came out..."
A deathly silence followed.
Mo Jue was utterly shocked. He had never expected Meng Chuan to truly emerge alive from the encirclement of furious flames.
He asked himself honestly: if he had been trapped within, he absolutely would not have survived.
Before long, his pair of blade-like eyes became sharp once more, fixed tightly on the direction Meng Chuan had gone. "He must have used that green tortoise shell. Otherwise, there's no way he could have withstood it..."
That thing had ruined his plans last time.
This time, Meng Chuan had already used one of his trump cards. Who else, or what else, could possibly stop him now?!
Meng Chuan had to die.
Mo Jue's resolve hardened. Beating his wings, he gave chase and waited for an opportunity to strike.
"That brat's clothes are in tatters, and he's covered in wounds. His condition probably isn't that