Flames soared into the sky, accompanied by billowing thick smoke. On the sacrificial altar at the village entrance, firewood was piled high, and tongues of fire licked at the girl’s frail frame.
Suddenly, a sharp sword aura tore through the air, splitting the sea of fire in an instant! The scorching flames were extinguished as if doused by cold water, leaving behind only wisps of gray smoke.
A slender figure stepped through the wind, his robes fluttering like the wings of a crane. He was a youth of sixteen or seventeen, dressed in ink-blue robes, his features as delicate as a painting yet as cold as frost. Standing with his hands behind his back, he looked down at the villagers, his voice icy. "Who gave you permission to administer private justice?"
Chapter 160