Xiao Yan hugged Lin Tong and patted her on the back. "There’s nothing much else to be said about her. During the ritual to heal the Parasol Tree King, she has benefitted greatly."
"As for me, I don’t think I wasted my time either." Xiao Yan laughed as two milky white flames sparkled in his eyes.
It was the Pure Yang Primordial Fire of the Seven Legendary Primordial Fires. It was touted by legend as the origin of all fires, the original version of fire in the Grand Celestial World. It was the purest and pristine form of fire, and it could integrate with many other kinds of fire to ward of all evil.
The flames of the Pure Yang Primordial Fire flickered continuously. It was not as radiant as the Grand Sun Primordial Fire, and was not violent and ferocious like the Nefarious Spectral Primordial Fire. Still, there was strength in the tranquility and calmness – it looked normal and typical, but was actually extremely deep and profound.
