C337 The Fruit of Retreat

"I'm here too!"

Ayn's voice rang out as she charged through the flames, longsword in hand. A peach-red flame materialized in her grasp, seemingly devoid of heat or destructive power. Yet, anyone it touched would regress by twelve years, their memories vanishing along with their age.

"Touching me would cause quite the trouble."

A purple gleam flashed in Ye Fenng's eyes