A lit lighter was tossed gently onto the painting.

With a sudden whoosh, flames rapidly engulfed the frame, setting the cloth wrapping ablaze.

The white fabric turned a charred yellow, then blackened, twisting and hardening as it burned.

Li Chengyi stood silently to the side, watching the scene unfold.

The wind on the rooftop caused the flames to flicker slightly to one side.

The yellow flames licked close to his boots, forcing him to step back to avoid them.

"Is this...enough now?" he sighed, his voice low.

No one responded.

Li Chengyi frowned, glancing up.

"Huh? Where’s Zhong Ying?"

Suddenly, …