"Fellow Daoist Fang, do you think just anyone can be the master of the primordial yin-yang flame?" Jiang Yue sneered.
This was not the first time someone challenged him for the yin-yang flame.
However, all others wanted a kindling or a flame seed.
Unexpectedly, Fang Qian didn't want a flame seed or kindling.
Instead, he wanted Jiang Yue to break the contract and give up the flame.
'Is he stupid?' Jiang Yue couldn't help but scorn.
When he contracted the primordial yin-yang flame, the flame was dying and barely had any power.
However, Jiang Yue lost one hundred lives before he could successfully contract the flame.
After almost one thousand years, the flame was a lot stronger.
If Jiang Yue dared to break the contract and set the flame free, he and Fang Qian would be burned to death.
Most importantly, how did Fang Qian plan to store flame?
Back then, the flame was found in a mother-of-iron box.
