That was the remnants of the "Rapid Flame" left behind by Xiang Beifei just now.
A red glow flickered in the man's ashen eyes.
After a while, the man leaped out of the building and wandered the streets of the City of the Old Days, stopping at the spot where the baby had been burned to death by Xiang Beifei, staring blankly at that place.
Touching his chin, the man continued along the roads of the City of the Old Days, and about five minutes later, he stopped at the spot where Xiang Beifei had last stood before escaping with Fan Kai.
This man's severed throat throbbed as he muttered in an extremely hoarse whisper, "Strange... strange... strange person."
Perhaps because his throat had been cut, it seemed to take a great deal of effort to speak, and the voice was indistinct. As he spoke, blood also flowed from his mouth, but he quickly sucked it back in.
"Hehe..."