The fierce flames surged like red waves, and a scorching hot blast spread across the face, causing strands of hair to curl slightly in the orange-red light and shadow.
Chen Ji looked at Jin Zhu retreating and called out in confusion, "Lord Jin Zhu, didn't you just say that you were going to abandon the Heavenly Horse?"
Jin Zhu ran off into the distance, "I've offended so many people over the years. The Heavenly Horse is my biggest support in the Ritual Supervision. If he dies, my fate won't be any better."
Chen Ji sincerely shouted, "Lord Jin Zhu, thank you for coming to save me."
Jin Zhu, with his back to him, waved his hand impatiently: "Get out of here."
Chen Ji stood at the edge of the sea of fire, listening to the wails of the soldiers behind him, watching Jin Zhu return to the battlefield.
He knew very well that Jin Zhu had come day and night to save him because he had placed his bets on Ji. It was interest that drove him.