A flame without temperature, yet capable of bringing a tremendous breath of life.
"We've seen Elder Mo of the Dan King Sect..."
Jian Wuqing and a few others hurriedly clasped their hands in greeting, their hearts, however, secretly streaming with cold sweat.
It was just a flame.
The pressure it exerted on them, though, was far more terrifying than when the Three Great Demon Sects attacked...
"Elder? Do I seem very old to you?"
The flame danced, like an elf, possessing a unique life; the figure ingrained within it seemed to exist in a void, reality permeated with a touch of illusion.
"..." The group fell silent as if facing a harsh winter.
"Forget it, I won't hold it against you."
