Ling Ying sat at the edge of the crater, toying with an exquisite dagger in her hand. The True Fire of Taiyin, which had utterly incinerated Xia Yue's clothes, had not the slightest effect on the girl.
The black cheongsam she wore remained entirely intact.
After tossing the ring that had fallen near the rim of the crater straight into the magma, she let out a sigh.
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