Whether witnessing others burn themselves or setting oneself ablaze, it was an utterly novel experience. For a moment, Zheng Qing felt a strange sense of kinship with those ancient wizards who were captured deliberately to enjoy a flame bath.
So, he originally intended to observe the entire parade.
However, just as he fiercely glared at Xin Fat Man, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a familiar mask—a wizard wearing a Raven Mask slipping away from the corner of his eye, vanishing into the dark forest beside the road.
The Black Cat abruptly stood up, its yellow eyes sparkling in the light of the flames. The mask vanished quickly, and although the number on the mask was unclear, the mask's shape was unmistakable, resembling those Ravens that appeared in the school hunting competition.
"What?" The wizard wearing a white mask glanced at the Black Cat.
"Shh! Silence!"
