The Fire Calamity Fruit was like the Fiery Sorceress' inverse scale. Now that the Fire Calamity Fruit was gone, it must be the reason why she was so furious.
Wang Xiaojun soon found himself in a familiar environment. He glanced at the slope covered with blazing red plants like flames. The slope was rather steep, with a few White Magic Falcons having a fight nearby.
It looked like a suitable place for a family to live a cozy and happy life, yet the garden and the balcony on the second floor had piles of stuff used for funerals. Mo Fan was unsure why they were still there after two months, and it altered the appearance of the house.
The curtain of the night descended quickly.