The moment Ning Cheng brought out the Galaxy Flame, he felt the Uming Ghostvine in his hand tremble violently, and then a kind of ingratiating information appeared in his mind.
"Is it acknowledging me as its master?" Ning Cheng subconsciously voiced out. Terrified by the flames he had used to burn it earlier, the Uming Ghostvine immediately wanted to acknowledge him as its master upon seeing him conjure the Galaxy Flame again.
Sure enough, after Ning Cheng spoke those words, the Uming Ghostvine thrashed about even more frantically, and a faint soul aura floated up.
With a lift of his hand, Ning Cheng caught that aura and immediately inscribed a Divine Sense mark to send it into his sea of consciousness. The next moment, everything about the Uming Ghostvine was exposed to Ning Cheng's mind. With just a thought, the Uming Ghostvine in his hand could turn into ash.
"It really is a conscious being." Ning Cheng sneered with delight.
