The incense fire Taoist said.
"The high temperature inside that furnace is no less than Heavenly Fire. If you let Zhou Xuan enter, he'll be burned to death in there. Who will be responsible?"
The butcher didn't want Zhou Xuan to enter that furnace. Although the furnace now seemed like an old ice block, no one knew whether it was scorching hot inside.
He feared Zhou Xuan would mistakenly enter and be burned into a pile of dry bones.
"The affairs of this world all harbor danger. Zhou Housheng is at the age to explore; it's right for him to go and take on challenges."
"Why don't you go and explore then? You old bones, if you're burned to ashes, so be it. But Zhou Xuan is the last hope of Wuwen Mountain."
The butcher had already considered Zhou Xuan his disciple. If Zhou Xuan died, it would take forever to find another successor.
"No one needs to be responsible. I will be responsible for myself."
