"I'm treating your injuries, you know." There was no way Li Yichen would let himself be hit. He dodged behind Elder Wu, poked half his head out, and spoke with a cheeky grin.
Elder Wu grimaced from the scorching heat, then shouted, "I don't want your treatment anymore! Put it away! I can't take it!"
"All right, then. Just don't regret it later." Li Yichen pursed his lips, then reached out and grabbed at the air. The ball of flame flew back into his palm and sank into it.
Once the flames disappeared, everyone's eyes widened as they stared at his face in disbelief.
"Am I disfigured? Why are you all looking at me like that?" Elder Mo was terrified.
"Grandpa... your face..." Before Mo Yurou could finish, Elder Mo rushed over to the mirror and looked into it.
One glance left him stunned.
The handprint on his face had completely vanished, his wrinkles had faded considerably, and even his graying beard had turned black.
He looked more than ten years younger.
Only after a long while did he murmur, "Is... is that really me? Isn't this... a little too handsome...?"
Thud... Everyone fell to the floor. They had never expected Elder Mo to be so full of himself.
Then Elder Mo began to regret it. If he had known it could make him young again, what did a little heat matter?
At that thought, he wanted to slap himself. Why couldn't he have endured it a little longer?
Elder Wang was the first to react. He grabbed Li Yichen and said with a fawning smile, "I'm not afraid of the heat. Give it your all. Burn away."
"Hehe, if you're willing to die, I'm willing to bury you." Li Yichen grinned, and an even larger ball of flame engulfed