"According to the information I received through my channels, Li Feng was… the last person confirmed to have remained alive in the capital during the disaster."
At those words, Fen Yinzhi's expression hardened.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then, he subconsciously leaned toward the chair, his fingers slowly tightening around the armrest as a trace of fear appeared in his eyes when that memory resurfaced.
That terrifying sea of fire.
The flames had swallowed everything around him.
He remembered watching the people around him turn into pillars of fire, their screams disappearing beneath the roaring flames.
He remembered buildings collapsing one after another, their ruins disappearing into the inferno.
He remembered the sky turning completely red, as though the entire capital had been dragged into the depths of hell.
The First Prince's breathing became slightly heavier.
That had been the most painless yet terrifying experience he had ever endured.
