After swallowing the Elixir, the snowman-like rejuvenated Leng Yutang breathed out a hot sigh, turning to look at Hou Ze, who was already sweating and wiping his forehead, and smilingly said, "Before my master's passing, he bestowed upon me the Earth Spirit Flame. Over the years, I have indeed nurtured and grown it considerably. Although separating a small flame won't harm its essence, can we protect ourselves if such an extraordinary treasure is easily revealed?"
The saying goes that the just may not be guilty, but bearing the treasure makes one culpable.
In the Cultivation World, sometimes being weak is a sin in itself.
"Alas!" Hou Ze sighed heavily, "You're right. If even a trace of news about the Earth Spirit Flame leaks out, I'm afraid Red Ridge Mountain would be flattened. Neither of us is cut out for fighting... forget it, you look a lot better now, I'll figure out another way!"
