The rooftop cracked under the impact, flames flaring around them.
But Fengya only staggered back a step, her white robes singed but not torn.
Her smile widened, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Fengya's smile turned approving. "That's better," she murmured, before raising her hand and slamming it into Qingran's side with impossible force. The strike sent Qingran flying across the rooftop, crashing through a stone pillar and rolling across the debris-strewn floor. Qingran coughed violently, blood spraying from her lips as she struggled to breathe. The flames flickering on her skin dimmed briefly, but she refused to fall.
Fengya walked slowly toward her, footsteps precise and deliberate. "Why don't you beg?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. "I'll give you the antidote if you beg me like the dying animal you are."
Qingran spat blood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'd rather let the flames eat me alive."
