This ball of fire had indeed piqued Zhao Hai's curiosity. He realized that this ball of fire seemed to have a spirit of its own. He had the bloodline of the fire Phoenix, so he had a special feeling about fire. He could control all the fires in the world. He could control all the fires in the world, but this fire gave him a very different feeling.
Zhao Hai knew that everything in the world had their own power of thought. Even a stone or a grain of soil was the same. They all had their own power of thought, but their power of thought could only make them think, not control themselves. Could a stone walk on its own? No, they had to rely on external forces. So, in the eyes of ordinary people, they were just dead objects, but in fact, they had the power of thought.
