"It hits the mark..."
Jian Bufan's lips quivered, arduously uttering three notes before his body slumped to the ground.
"Indeed, sharp!"
As for Jian Xiong killing Jian Bufan, Zhou Chen could only say it was unexpected yet inevitable.
However, Jian Bufan's last words turned out to be 'It hits the mark...', truly leaving Zhou Chen both shocked and amused.
"Alas, I often feel out of place with you all because I'm not freakish enough..."
Zhou Chen shook his head, gathered some firewood nearby, and returned to the cave.
Jian Xiong sat cross-legged on the stone bed cultivating.
"Really hardworking!"
Zhou Chen sighed inwardly, "Others have talent and still work hard; I lack talent, so I must work even harder, like a clumsy bird starting early..."
Stacking the firewood, Zhou Chen flicked his fingers, a cluster of flames sprang forth, igniting the pile.
Training the Red Emperor Fire Divine Skill, he no longer worried about fire-making.
