Chapter 82

"Parab, farewell..." Leng Feng turned around. Tears streamed down his cold, stern face. As he walked away, he raised his fists in a trembling salute without once looking back. Perhaps he lacked the courage to look back, or perhaps he simply kept walking until he reached the edge of the clearing. Only then did he utter his final words: "Parab, goodbye..." In the sunken clearing, inside a tattered thatched cottage, Parab was drenched in blood. In particular, dark flames were burning upon his chest, slowly eating away from his flesh toward his internal organs. The charred, burned areas revealed the distinct imprint of a fist, as if it had been branded straight into the center of his chest.