"Yanyan was wrong... wrong..."
"Yanyan won't let Father King get hurt, nobody will hurt Father King!"
"You all go to die, you won't take my Father King away again..."
"Father King, Father King, don't leave, please don't go..."
"Father King... Yanyan is in so much pain..."
Feeble and frail, Yanyan's thin and delicate body slowly emerged within the Purple Flame Void, shrouded by the purple flames, then wandered aimlessly. Before Zhou Yan had time to approach, she walked into the flames like a walking dead.
In the end, she vanished into the flames.
That cluster of purple flames burned quietly, signifying at least she was still alive.
But now the purple flames were as serene as calm waters, devoid of any horrific aura or inexplicable power. Though burning, the occasional flickers resembled a candle in the wind, seemingly on the verge of extinguishment at any moment.
