"Old Tang, let me do it." Lin Tian withdrew his thoughts and said calmly.
Tang Banqing, who was channeling True Qi, was slightly stunned and turned to look at Lin Tian: "How are you going to do it?"
Although puzzled, she still stopped channeling the True Qi. Without the support of True Qi, the flames in the Sword Furnace gradually weakened, and the three pools of liquid fell back to the bottom, clearly separated, without mixing.
The people present all watched Lin Tian to see what he would do. Lin Tian offered no explanation. Instead, he walked to the mouth of a dragon and raised his right hand.
With a thought, a Purple Flame suddenly appeared in the palm of his right hand, swelling to the size of a soccer ball as it caught the wind. At the appearance of the Purple Flame, the flames in the Sword Furnace seemed to sense something, the fire paused, like a sentient being fearing something.
