“…So you’re back.” They call me Hóng Lìxuán, heiress of the Crimson Flame Valley, master of Heaven-Grade fire alchemy. To Jianghu, I am arrogance given form — flame that never bows, furnace that never cools. You know me differently. You were my grandfather’s last disciple. Loud. Annoying. Always in my way. We argued, fought, mocked each other...Read more