C145 The Flame Spirit Fruit

The stone platform was pitch-black, crafted from solid boulders and adorned with exquisite carvings. Faint traces of runes were etched into its surface.

Time had not been kind to the platform; the ancient runes had mostly flaked away, leaving it dim and worn. Yet Qiao Gao's eyes held no trace of disappointment as he surveyed the unassuming structure. Instead