Is it Hard to Refine a Flame Core?

Lou Qianxue and the scarlet-masked young man decided the fate of Liuyun Prefecture's Prefectural Governor's mansion within a few sentences.

Lou Potian and Lou Jingfeng listened at the side, feeling as if they were dreaming.

Deciding the fate of the Prefectural Governor's mansion—it was something that they would never dare to even imagine, even now!

How demonic has my daughter become?

How demonic has my granddaughter become?

Soon, they left the Prefectural Governor's mansion.

"You…" The other teenager who had waited for her for a long time—Zhang Heng, the president of Qingyun City's Alchemy Union, or rather, Gong Sunheng, the genius alchemist of the Alchemy King's Mansion—looked at her with a pair of bright and gentle eyes. It seemed he was about to say something, but he stopped.

Instead, he asked, "You killed him?"

Lou Qianxue knew that he was asking about Jiang Huaicheng. "Yes."