Working in the cremation chamber was second nature to Feng Mu. What he hadn't anticipated was that the incinerator within the prison would be more advanced and professional than any external crematorium.
The bodies fed into the furnace didn't require any manual intervention, as everything was fully automated — even the furnace door would lock and close automatically. This professionalism quelled Feng Mu's initial desire to utilize his [culinary skill].
Feng Mu's gaze lingered for a moment on the closed furnace door as a sliver of doubt crept into his mind: "The color of the flames seems more vibrant, yet strangely, the temperature feels not as high as that of crematoriums outside?"
For most people, the air in this room was suffocatingly hot, with each breath carrying a hint of scorching heat, making the atmosphere unbearably oppressive.
