Chapter 40 - Raking It In

Ji Ning waved his hand, and the eight downward-facing petals instantly withdrew their streams of truefire. The eight petals then shrank in size and flew back into Ning's hands. "Heh, as the saying goes, it looks like you ‘wouldn't shed tears until you saw your coffin'. You knew that you were eventually going to die if you fought against me, but you still just had to fight against me until now." Still, Ning had to sigh at how strong his foe was. Ning had eight types of truefire to rely on,...