The Little Fire Seed flicked its hand, tossing the rolling flames skyward, letting them slowly dissipate into the air.
It also agreed with Wen Yan, it was better to stay home and enjoy the flames from burning natural gas, refreshing, clean, and purely natural.
Wen Yan extended his left hand, looking at his left middle finger's black fingernail; indeed, there wasn't even a crack. After continuously blocking high-speed objects, the black nail seemed to have been thoroughly activated, dark and bright, glittering with a metal sheen, extending a full inch beyond the fingertip.
Wen Yan raised his middle finger, beckoning Huo Yong with his finger.
"Your skills are lacking, you can't even manage your nails, the more you trim, the longer they get, and you call yourself a warrior? Laughable."
