This could no longer be called payment. It was more like an unparalleled gift—or rather, an advance far beyond ordinary value.
Alvin's thoughts carried a barely perceptible tremor and disbelief.
"This is too precious! Shen Yi, you may not understand the true value of this Root Fire rule. For purification, for rule research, for completing certain specific Authorities, its worth simply can't be measured in ordinary Rule Fragments or services!"
"It was only guidance and a teleportation. That's nowhere near worth this price. You're making me feel a little embarrassed to accept it."
Shen Yi merely shook his head slightly, his face still indifferent.
"As far as I'm concerned, as long as I have enough, that's fine."
"During this period, the Flame of Continued Combustion origin I absorbed has already stabilized enough. What I gave Xilos just now wasn't even one percent of the total inside me. It barely affects me at all."
He glanced at the ball of flame in his palm that he was preparing to give Alvin, then added, "As for this one for you, it can't even really be considered a separation. It's more like a bit of by-product or scrap that naturally condensed and peeled away while I was trying to gain deeper control over the Flame of Continued Combustion. Keeping it with me is useless anyway."
"By-product... scrap..."
When Alvin heard Shen Yi describe it so casually, towering waves surged through his heart even more violently.
To be able to control and refine the origin rules of the Flame of Continued Combustion to the point where he could casually separate out such a pure by-product—Shen Yi's mastery of the Flame of Continued Combustion was probably far deeper than Alvin had previously guessed.
However, that effortless manner, that attitude of treating treasure as something ordinary,