Inside the theater belonging to Lv's Troupe, the entire building was made of wood, serving as excellent fuel.
Crimson and yellow flames roared, devouring everything within. The sound of crackling wood mingled with the acrid stench of smoke that drifted into Li Huowang's nostrils.
But the maddened Top Scholar Lv paid no mind to his surroundings, still standing on the stage and belting out opera lines, acting in the final play with his son and daughter-in-law.
The distant scene was etched deep into Li Huowang's mind, filling his heart with a complicated mix of emotions.
"Hahaha! Good, let them die! Let them all die!" Laughter erupted from Li Huowang's left; it was Qiu Chibao.
Clutching half of a decayed infant's corpse, she seemed overtaken by some frenzy. She jumped about gleefully at the sight of the burning corpses all around her.
