Despite protesting numerous times, Huǒ Shuchang still ended up sparring with Wu Jian every single day. Every single day, Wu Jian found himself on the brink of burnout. Sparring with Huǒ Shuchang was unlike sparring with Wu Meiying, Zhou Lihua, or Hou Jingshu. This man used a cultivation method that seemed to embody power. His flames could burn down everything in their path. It took everything Wu Jian had just to stay alive.
But that was exactly what Wu Jian wanted.
It was only when a person struggled with everything they had that they acquired true strength.
“You’re one crazy sonofabit. You know that, right?” Huǒ Shuchang said as he knelt beside Wu Jian, who looked like he’d been roasting in an oven for several days.
Wu Jian’s clothes had been burnt to cinders, and his body was covered
