Hua Xuening said to Zhao Ritian, "Once my master gets the Yellow Emperor Fire, the strongest of the four fires, he'll beat you to death!"
Zhao Ritian said, "Him?! Long Aotian at least has King's Aura and shows some manly spirit when he fights. Lu Chengwen thinks only of running away whenever anything happens. The Imperial Fire Seed would never take a fancy to an ordinary person like him."
Hua Xuening went over and grabbed Zhao Ritian by the ear. "My master knows when to yield and when to stand tall. Say another bad word about my master, and I'll yank your ear right off!"
Tears streamed down Zhao Ritian's face from the pain. "Senior! She's pulling my ear! Do something!"
Nan Ji was getting irritated too. "Are you people even listening? If you're not, I'm not talking anymore!"
Zhao Ritian felt like his ear had already been twisted around several times. "Senior, she's twisting my ear!"
Nan Ji pointed at Zhao Ritian. "Stop talking. You're the noisiest one here!"
"Yes."
Lu Chengwen said, "Xue Ning."
"Oh." Hua Xuening released Zhao Ritian, still glaring at him.
Zhao Ritian was unconvinced. He snorted through his nostrils, covered his ear, and glared back at Hua Xuening.
Nan Ji said, "In short, all Four Great Families want the Imperial Fire Seed. Among them, the Jiang Family and the Mo Family have actually been fighting over the Yellow Emperor Fire for a long time, while the Bai family and the Xia Family take turns inheriting the White Emperor Fire."
Zhao Ritian was baffled again. "Nobody cares about my Red Emperor Fire!?"
Nan Ji said, "The Red Emperor's Fire Seed is extremely unusual. It is almost impossible to inherit, and it has always been solitary, appearing almost exclusively among independent cultivators. The odds of it