Jiang Qiao did not understand the point of completing this trial, nor did he understand why the Sect Master felt the need to test him. Yet, he seemed to have no choice but to accept it.
Though nothing in a dream is real, the agony of having his heart scorched by flames left a pain in his mind that rivaled reality. He had endured the heart-wrenching sensation of being run through by a long sword many times, but none of that compared to the torment of the fire.
When one accidentally touches hot water, the sudden sting and numbness cover every inch of skin; here, that sensation was amplified a thousand times over and inflicted upon Jiang Qiao. It felt as if countless microscopic silver needles were pricking his entire body, leaving no patch of skin spared.
Chapter 57