Li Ye felt no fear under that oddly familiar gaze—Su Ya had looked at him like this far too many times before.
He said calmly:
"Senior Brother, I'm not some delectable feast."
"Calm down. Your junior brother is quite curious about what this is, so I hope Senior Brother will enlighten me."
As he spoke, he casually pushed over a cup of tea.
Don't rush. Don't rush.
Qian Fang cautioned himself, temporarily suppressing the thought before explaining:
"When yin and yang energies intermingle, they give rise to certain wondrous materials. The essence of the sun and moon is among the most common yin-yang forces, things one can encounter at any time.
I'd say this Moon Essence Spirit Metal of yours contains Silver Moon Grass... and the other portion of its flame is so stable—could it be Flint Flame?"
As expected of an inner disciple of the Four Seasons Sect.
Senior Brother Qian Fang truly had eyes like blazing torches; at a glance, he saw that this was born from the union of Silver Moon Grass and Flint Flame.
"That's right, but Flint Flame shouldn't count as the sun's fire, should it?"
"I heard that some senior created the first Flint Flame by drilling wood and striking stone."
Li Ye voiced his doubt.
"This is where you don't understand." Qian Fang smiled mysteriously. "After that senior created Flint Flame, this wondrous fire sheltered humanity through the night, splitting apart the pitch-black darkness as countless sparks lit up the gloom.
Thus, some cultivators believe that compared to the sun that forever hangs in the heavens, Flint Flame possesses richer and more stable yang energy. It also has the miraculous effect of suppressing fortune to a certain extent.
Junior Brother, you have been to Tianhe City, so you should have seen Martial Uncle