Having come to a decision, Tang Xiadan took one last look at the cyan-white flame radiating from Yang Qing's palm. Its boundless life force and harmony of yin and yang surpassed his imagination, not only in terms of that harmony but in the quality of it.
Spirit Jade Yin Qi, River Marsh Yin Qi, Caldera Yin Qi, Fresh Lake Yin Qi, Winter Yin Qi, Spring Yin Qi, Dawn Yang Qi, Vibrant Earth Yang Qi, Spring Yang Qi, Convectional Yang Qi, Dusk Yang Qi... how was that one flame able to seamlessly embody the nature of all these different types of yin and yang qi?
Every instant his spiritual sense made contact with that gently glowing flame left Tang Xiadan more shaken than the last. The intensity of his shock rose rapidly as he sensed the aura of yet more yin and yang qis radiating from that palm.
