Monk Shi Xin alone wasn't there out of curiosity.
He was standing straight, waiting for a chance to examine the remains more closely.
As soon as Wang Xiao and Aurora vanished, Shi Xin strode purposefully to the spot where Zhao Yang had met his fiery end.
He crouched down, inspecting the icy surface beneath where the conflagration had occurred.
"Interesting..." he murmured to himself, his eyebrows raising in surprise at the absence of ashes on the frostbitten ice. "What sinister technique did this person employ for their self-destruction?" His voice was low, tinged with both curiosity and unease.
He had harbored ambitions to challenge these demonic entities himself, eager to gauge their strength.
However, the sheer magnitude of power Zhao Yang had demonstrated was already far beyond his current understanding.
It was all too mysterious, too chilling.
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