Flames!
Hozoi Midori stepped back two or three steps, but the rolling heat waves still hit her face, giving her the illusion of being in a furnace. Sweat immediately appeared on her forehead.
Continuing to retreat to the kitchen entrance, the scorching aura slightly weakened.
After the crowd outside exclaimed, an eerie silence followed. The faces of the onlookers were illuminated by the flames, their eyes reflecting the roaring and rampaging fire snakes.
The entire stove was almost engulfed in flames.
"What... what is he doing?!" Hozoi Midori could hear Feng Zhizi Ya Kan's whisper. After a brief moment of distraction, the woman recovered her composure, a hint of undisguised mockery in her eyes.
"These kinds of flames... does he take me for a mere spectator, an amateur?"