Philosopher’s Stone

His hand was in the fire but he could not feel the heat. The flames were not real—they were the brilliance of countless interwoven music theories. They seeped into his body at the touch, fusing with him and lighting the aether within him. They wanted to ignite everything and turn them into flames.

"Ye Qingxuan, what are you doing?!" Lola raged after sensing the strange situation in his body.

"Probably…flirting with death?" Ye Qingxuan chuckled wryly. "Sorry, Lola. Thanks for taking care of me all this time. If anything happens, please help me take care of Bai Xi."

"You think I'm your—"