The limitations of Luo Chen's cultivation level and social connections prevented him from contemplating deeper matters.
Unable to find a solution, Luo Chen waved his hand dismissively.
"You may leave now," he said.
"In the coming days, ensure that no one disturbs me."
Full of curiosity, Xu Huanzhen took a glance at the Three-leaf Crown on Luo Chen's head, then respectfully left the stone cottage.
After Xu Huanzhen's departure, Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief and took off the crown.
A Flame Imprint stood out prominently atop his head.
Vivid as if it were engulfed in flames.
His fingers brushed the imprint at his brow as Luo Chen's expression remained calm, seemingly not too concerned about this object.
The rubbing fingers suddenly came together like a blade!
A thread of bright red blood essence emerged slowly from his sword-like fingers and then carefully settled upon the Flame Imprint.
"Sizzle…"
The smell of scorching filled the air instantly.