Under the blazing fire, the woman could not feel any threat from the fire. She looked at Yecheng step by step in terror and opened her mouth in silence. From the temperature, she deeply realized the danger of nearly several feet, but she was still alive in the fire. "You, you are the son of Fire!"

"Ah! You all call me that! Ye Cheng thought the name was quite good. Compared with what descendants, heirs, it sounded more pleasant. "Who sent you here!"

The woman shut up, Ye Cheng thought with his head askew. He urged his left hand, and the flame suddenly rose up to clean the woman's hair....