Honestly, with his cultivation he doesn't even need the dragon heat--and yet Jingyi's eyeballing might catch a faint dusting of red for the millisecond it manages to show before getting swept away again.

"And how much of a mercy is it to give those who should be dead a moment of hope before closing the distortion over their heads? How many of these people survive outside of it? What similarity is there between this and being trapped in the equivalent of a particularly lenient slave cart?"

Maybe the red was irritation?