Thick blood slowly streamed down from atop his head, turning Xue Que's vision crimson as his consciousness gradually scattered.
Yet he had never imagined that he himself had planted the seed of this disaster...
No matter how unwilling he was, this was where it had to end.
Xue Que collapsed onto the scorched earth, never to make another sound.
The moment the Flame Lotus erupted, Luo Tian Shen, far away in Luo Shen City, had already sensed that something was amiss.
"Father, what happened?"
"Something has happened in the northern region. Didn't you just see those two off?"
"Then does that mean...?"
"This is bad. Something may have happened to them. We must leave at once!"
Luo Tian Shen murmured instinctively, his brows immediately drawing tight. He seized Luo Tian by the shoulder, and father and son sped toward the northern region of the Luo Shen Clan.
By the time they arrived, the enormous explosion that could faintly be sensed even from thousands of miles away had long subsided. Less than a hundred miles from the Luo Shen Clan's border, it had left behind a thousand-mile stretch of scorched, barren land.
Even Luo Tian Shen was stunned by the sight, and his heart sank.
Just as he feared that they might have met with disaster, he suddenly saw someone waving at them.
Luo Tian spotted Xiao Yan and Yao Wan in the air not far away, surrounded by many familiar faces.
"Tianlong? Ping'er? You're back? How did you end up with Brother Xiao?"
Luo Tian found it strange. Only when he drew close did he realize in shock that those Luo Shen Clan members who had gone out to train were covered in wounds. Luo Tianlong was the most seriously injured, and even his younger sister bore several wounds.