C32 Heavenly Fire Furnace

The middle-aged man towered at a full zhang tall, his skin dark and his build bear-like in its strength. Clad in just a piece of leather armor, his body bore numerous scars, with a prominent half-foot-long mark etched across his face. A scowl of hostility marred his features as he glared at Hsing Wenruo.

With a serene expression, Hsing Wenruo chuckled, "Zhong Lei