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“The annual disciple recruitment ceremony of Master Xuan Shui has commenced. This year will be the final one.”

“Yes, Master Xuan Shui’s renown is formidable. It’s said he has already chosen the prodigy of the Ye family, Ye Chen, and plans to take him as his final disciple.”

“What a pity for Wang Lin. He was qualified too, but upon hearing that Master Xuan Shui intended to accept Ye Chen as the final disciple, he flew into a rage, broke into the Ye residence, injured Ye Chen, and was subsequently thrown into the Fire Prison.”

“Thrown into the Fire Prison? Such a shame. He was a genius as well, but his temper was too narrow.”

Amid the whispers of the two spectators watching the ceremony, the event slowly began.

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Elsewhere.

A place where searing magma churned violently.

A boy of about thirteen or fourteen knelt amidst the molten lava, his body covered in wounds.

His complexion was pale and haggard, his cracked lips streaked with blood.

Even kneeling within the lava, his gaze remained resolute, as clear and steady as a spring of pure water, untouched by the scorching flames that surrounded him.

Suddenly, he jerked his head upward. Hope flickered in his unyielding eyes before fading slowly into despair.

Wasn’t he dead?

His hand instinctively brushed his neck.

Wang Lin recalled the sound of the sword piercing his throat, and the mocking disdain of the onlookers.

His eyes slowly scanned his surroundings.

Around him, the lava bubbled ferociously; the intense heat blazed like the ve