Zheng, or accurately speaking clone Zheng was sitting on a small mountain outside the valley. The black flames outside his body spread as if they had a life of their own, encompassing practically the whole mountain. He sat in the centre of these black flames, looking at the valley as if he was engrossed in it. He only quietly shut his eyes after a long while.

(Is this the original’s technique? What an intriguing concept. Although it gains great power to harm the enemy by being double-edged, that makes it slightly inferior to my black flames. But the killing power in that instant is slightly more. Come, I’ve been waiting here this whole time for you.)

Clone Zheng looked towards the skies. Lightning was flashing and it looked like...