Shan Yifeng's hands rested on his knees, fingers curled, muscles taut.
Bit by bit, the inferno inside began to coil, to slow, like a beast recognizing its master.
At the same time, the image of a ring flickered behind his eyes: a ring set in dragon bone, etched with a flame crest so intricate it seemed to move when looked at directly.
He focused, shaping the flame with his mind, taming it until it no longer raged but pulsed in sync with his own heartbeat.
A faint red aura shimmered around his body as the fire settled, and his breathing evened out.
Angie watched him in silence, arms crossed, a smirk slowly creeping across her face.
"Not bad… half-blood," she murmured, her eyes glowing with a touch of pride.
Shan Yifeng's eyes then fluttered open. A faint red glow faded from his pupils, leaving a vibrant clarity in their wake.
He inhaled sharply and looked down at his palms, flexing them slowly.
