Yang Qing's entire body was swallowed by the raging flames. The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned, their bodies rigid and their limbs weak.
Bu Er and the others had never imagined that the Wooden Box would shove Yang Qing straight through the gates of death!
Bu Er had already lunged toward Yang Qing, reaching for his robes to drag him out of the fire.
But before his fingers even touched Yang Qing, a fierce pain shot through his fingertips.
Two of his fingers were instantly engulfed by tongues of flame, their outer layer of skin charred black.
Clearly, if Bu Er insisted on going any farther, his whole body would end up like those two fingers, burned into a lump of coal.
By then, not even ashes would remain!
But with Yang Qing's safety weighing on his heart, how could Bu Er fear the power of those flames? After pulling back his hand, he hurled his entire body toward the fire.
He seemed intent on knocking Yang Qing out and taking his place.
Just then, Jiang Zhizhou, Mu Feng, and the others rushed up behind Bu Er. They had much the same idea: charge into the sea of flames and rescue Yang Qing.
Yet every last one of them was stopped in his tracks by the towering flames, just as Bu Er had been.
"Young Master!"
Unable to break through, Bu Er dropped to his knees with a thud.
The others' faces were also filled with sorrow.
None of them had imagined that here, of all places, death would separate Yang Qing from them forever!
The firelight had illuminated the little courtyard as brightly as day, yet their hearts seemed to have plunged into a dark abyss without a single glimmer of light.
Yang Qing was their pillar