Yunfeng's blood boiled. He couldn't explain why this man ticked him off so much.
Without thinking, Yunfeng flicked his wrist, a swirling blue flame igniting in his palm. It flared to life and he hurled it at the stranger's feet—not to hurt him, but to scare him off. The fire exploded in a sharp whoosh, crackling inches from the man's boots.
But the stranger's demeanor changed instantly.
The carefree smile vanished.
His expression turned flat. Cold.
"You could've hurt me," he said quietly.
Then—he moved.
Or did something.
Yunfeng didn't understand what had just happened.
All at once, it felt like every cell in his body froze—his breath caught mid-air, his limbs refused to obey. He was standing still, but not by choice. Trapped. Paralyzed.
Only his eyes moved, darting frantically toward Muchen.
'No… Muchen's here! I have to stop this man!!'
But his body betrayed him.
