"Quick! Put out the fire!"
"It's the Master's 'Wait and See Zen'!"
"Extinguish the flames, now!"
The Miracle Technique, like some divine act, was cast in response to the shouts. After a moment of shock, the temple monks began to fight the fire in an orderly manner.
The intermittent sound of a wooden fish being struck came from inside, and an aged voice would occasionally drift out.
"Wait a moment."
"Wait a moment."
The astonishing blaze was held at bay outside the temple, unable to get in.
'So this is the legendary figure said to be close to the Grandmaster level?'
Zheng Xiu sucked in a breath of the scorching air, feeling a searing pain in his lungs.
This, perhaps, was the bizarre charm of Path Mystic Skills—they were strange and wondrous in every way imaginable.
Feng Bei's hands were like an ominous curse, capable of extinguishing anything.
