Facing the skepticism of Master Zhong and others, Fang Lin smiled faintly and walked leisurely to the vicinity of the pills, reaching out for an empty grasp at them.
"What is he doing?" The crowd was perplexed and completely clueless as to what Fang Lin intended.
Only Master Zhong, Master Long, and the inscrutable Master Wen noticed a sudden change, discerning some clues.
"This is impossible!" Master Zhong immediately shook his head, refusing to believe that Fang Lin could accomplish what only existed in ancient texts.
Master Long also found it hard to believe, but Fang Lin's current actions left no other explanation besides that one thing.
Master Wen's eyes shone with brilliance, his face filled with anticipation.
As soon as Fang Lin made a grasping motion with his right hand toward the pills, a burst of flames surged from above them.
This flame was so bright and carried an overwhelming hot breath; the moment it appeared, the entire hall seemed to become a steaming cauldron.
