ng cross-legged.I held a little one in my arms, not trusting anyone else with them.The maids attended to me, a little boy holding a gourd sat beside me cross-legged, pouting and saying: “If I survive...val of the fittest! Not about enduring everything! No!”The flames had already spread up his lower leg, and he seemed to feel no pain in the flesh, instead shouting nervously.“Look at this Grand Corpse...