Suddenly, a streak of red flames surged from Xiao Wu without warning. The flames came so abruptly and fiercely, resembling a violent giant beast awakened from a deep sleep.
These were no ordinary flames, but were formed by the burning of Xiao Wu's profound cultivation blended with boiling hot blood. Every leaping flame seemed to be the condensation of her past years of cultivation, and every trace of scorching temperature was fraught with the power of her life.
The flames seemed to contain her endless vitality; it was her attachment to this world, her deep concern for the one she loved, and the unextinguished desire deep within her heart.
Chapter 135