C563 Waiting for Death?

Zhong Fuming looked like he had gone mad. He crazily smacked the brazier in the house, causing sparks to fly all over the room, scaring the faces of the maids in the room to turn ashen. Fu Ye, his disciple, also lowered his head, dodging the sparks.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhong Fuming lowered his head and started coughing again. His entire body was coughing until he was trembling