Deep in the bottomless cave, dark red magma flowed everywhere, occasionally releasing a string of bubbles and sending up a plume of black smoke.
A thick smell of sulfur pervaded the air, making this place a hellish land for ordinary people.
"Gu Xianyu, did you think hiding here would make you impossible to find?"
Two silhouettes, one fat and one thin, descended from the sky, glaring maliciously at the young man sitting limply in the corner, covered in blood.
In despair, Gu Xianyu screamed, "I've already fled to Xiazhou, why won't you leave me alone?"
The fatter of the two spoke with some pity, "Blame yourself for insisting on recognizing your roots and ancestors. Farewell, Seventh Young Master. In the next life, choose a better lineage—"
Suddenly, the magma river nearby bubbled violently as if something was emerging from it.
Both men, extremely vigilant, instantly charged towards the Seventh Young Master.
