Translator: Aran

  The white flame on Ye Qingyu's finger tip burned, like a sprite jumping up and down excitedly.

  He stood alone on the arena, his white robe fluttering in the air. The ice crystals present on the arena gradually retreated, being absorbed back into his body. His black hair danced like a black flame, emitting an aura that made it seem he was independent from the world. His entire person seemed like a deity that had descended from the Ninth Heaven.

  A light ..