Han Yu's flame was beyond the imagination of the alchemists who had seen countless kinds of fire in their lifetimes.
Even the Blood Flame they had heard so much about from legends and records seemed different from what they were witnessing now. This flame was not merely violent or domineering. It was refined, deep, and strangely obedient, moving exactly as Han Yu willed it to, as though it were an extension of his own thoughts.
"The Blood Flames are this strong?" one of the alchemists muttered, his voice low and filled with disbelief as he stared at the cauldron.
"Isn't it supposed to be violent and uncontrollable? How is the honored disciple's flame so tame?" another whispered, his eyes wide.
They could not understand it at all. In truth, even Han Yu himself did not fully understand it yet.
