Chapter 33 (1/2)

Chapter 33 – The Fire-Mán Technique

(TL By: PiggyBottle and 生豆)

Hesitating, Su Ming watched the lit tent, choosing not to go to it in the end In the ht, he returned inside his own hut

Perhaps because he did not return for some days, the interior was cold such that his breath condensed intoat it made one feel cold

A solitary hut, with a trace of war felt totally different then when he was at Lei Chen’s place

In silence, Su Ming retrieved some firewood and tinder to start a fire, alone in his house Despite being able to protect hiht’s chill with his third layer of blood condensation, he did not knohy but felt that so from his home

Sighing lightly, Su Ming kindled the firewood The light slowly grew, along with a wave of warmth that dispersed the cold from the hut

Sitting beside the fireplace, Su Ming watched the kindling fla, he was envious of Lei Chen, envious of Bei Ling, envious of Chen Xin Because they had a home, and a father, a mother

Even though Grandpa was kind to hireat deal of his ti the tribes learnt to be independent and take care of himself He also learnt how to be alone

The snowfall outside was heavy, and the wind howled The skin tent began to flap, and dredges of wind got inside, shaking the flame violently

With the fla wrapped his ar while, he sighed

“Grandpa said I was an adopted child… Then, are ’s expression was despondent Over the years, he had hid these feelings deep inside his heart He did not want people to see his solitude, thus he always concealed it with a smile

But in the night of snow, having felt the warer able to suppress his feelings inside this cold thatched hut of his

“Bai Ling’s parents are also not with her, I wonder if she is resting now, or also dazing by the fireplace, likeand her clear laughter surfaced in his mind

His body suddenly shook, and he was able to guess why he had developed a strange feeling for Bai Ling It ht be because that she was beautiful, but that is definitely not the main reason

Thefelt the same loneliness hidden beneath her smile and wittiness

As ti all traces of cold air which condensed as droplets on the hut

The war’s heart, diluting his sense of loneliness At that ale howled faraway froe ae hand had wiped across the tribe

The tent where Su Ming was in began flapping violently, such that even the hide door was forced open Cold wind immediately penetrated the room, and the snow it carried landed on the fireplace The fla off quickly

Su Ming raised his head, watching the door that was flapping in the wind The warmth that had hardly built up in his tent dissipated in an instant Standing up in silence, he walked out of the then Standing the in night of snow and wind, he raised his head, gazing at the sky

Over the lands swept by snow, a uely visible behind the clouds

Staring at the s, and the tribe of the Fire-Mán He recalled that skeleton and the words it etched before dying

Those who seek my Mán

Coht directions,

Merge your blood with the flames,

At will,

Incinerate the Heavens

When the blood moon rises,

Covering the land and skies……

This is the time to ponder

Kindle the blood flame