The flames rushed forth, and Su Wensheng retreated several steps.
"Su Rin" stood protectively in front of Su Ming'an, the flowing fire spreading everywhere.
"Since you are aware you are a butterfly, don't think of defying the Butterfly Breeder. Su Rin-2918, your life and death do not hinge on yourself," Su Wensheng said.
Su Ming'an looked at Su Rin, whose spine remained straight, surrounded by golden red flames. But even if this Su Rin gave his all, he would definitely not match the real Su Rin, copies cannot compare to the gods.
"Then let's try." Su Rin's expression remained unchanged, the tip of his sword pointing forward.
The firelight outlined his profile, and his eyes still held deep gold. When he stared ahead, the glow in his eyes seemed to burn all obstacles to ashes.
