“Wear this. You look ugly being naked.” Hong Da gave Li Huowang his smelly robes.1

Li Huowang thanked him and wore the robe with all of the rusted blades inside of it.0

Just as he was about to put his arms into the sleeves, Li Huowang saw his own wounded forearm. There was something written on his skin, but the words were burned and had melted into each other.0

“Hm? What is this?” Li Huowang placed his arm down as he wore the robe.0

As he was about to catch up to them, Li Huowang suddenly stopped. “Wait! Something’s not right!”0

Li Huowang quickly rolled the sleeves up and looked at the melted wound. Then, he used a dagger and cut open the wound on his forearm.1

He slowly pulled the skin away, revealing his muscles and tendons.0

Because of how deeply he had etched the words...0