Ling Feng and Song Ruozhao cast their gaze towards the River of Molten Lava below, where a tiny figure, entirely red, was seen running continuously along the riverbank.
On top of its head, a flame flickered and danced. The little figure kept trying to extinguish the flame by flailing its hands, but its hands were too short, and no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't put out the flame.
"Is there anyone? Come save me!" the little figure shouted with a sobbing voice.
The three of them observed from above for quite some time, without any intention to act, but Ling Yao slightly furrowed her brows and gently tugged Ling Feng's sleeve, saying softly:
"Go save that child, I think it's really out of options. It wouldn't be good if it gets burned to death."
Ling Feng sighed helplessly and said, "Alright, I initially didn't plan on intervening, but since Yaoyao has spoken, I'll go ahead and assist."
