"Father..."
Ning Yu curled up her body, slowly opened her eyes, and in front of her, a giant figure that bore seven parts resemblance to Ning Xunqiu loomed in the Red Flame. Her gaze shifted around, seeing the fierce fire mercilessly devouring everything.
In this sea of fire, the Great Demons of the Water Mansion emitted despairing howls, frantically struggling, trying to escape the purgatory-like flame. However, for Ning Yu, the fire felt like a gentle embrace, not the slightest bit harmful.
She even reached out her hand, lightly touching the searing flames, feeling not the burn, but a strange intimacy and warmth.
"Father, how could you..." She looked at the fallen Dragon Monarch Ao Yu in confusion.
"Silly child, don't be afraid."
Ning Xunqiu looked down, gazing softly at his daughter, smiling, "Your father's strength may not be great, but it's more than enough to keep you safe and sound."
"That you, this child, do not need to sacrifice yourself."
