"What kind of flame is that?" Wang Ting asked, her teeth chattering.
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Dark Blue Ice Flame. I've read about it once in an ancient book in the Book Collection Pavilion. It's a Strange Fire that has long disappeared, said to be capable of freezing even an Immortal, and even Mahayana cultivators have no power to retaliate," Zhan Xiaofu said, unable to hide the covetousness in his eyes as he stared intently at the flame in Ye Sheng's hand.
But even though he was envious, he was not jealous or greedy. Everyone has their own fortune, and sometimes the more you force it, the more severe the backlash.
Wang Ting was still shocked and rubbed her slightly cold arms as she continued to ask, "How did the junior brother tame such a powerful Strange Fire? He won't be in any danger, right?"
