"Ice Master! Lord of Life and Death!"
The voice within the black mist was incomparably grave. It seemed as though two gazes from within the mist fell upon Ying Huanhuan and Jiang Yinyin, filled with extreme wariness. Then, the black mist turned into a streak of light and sped toward the horizon.
"Trying to run? Dream on!"
Brilliant flames erupted from the Flame Master's body, and the surrounding temperature immediately rose by several degrees.
However, before the Flame Master could give chase, Xiao Han waved his hand. A strand of Power of Space enveloped him and stopped him in his tracks.
"What are you doing?" the Flame Master shouted softly, blazing anger rising in his eyes.
"Let it go," Xiao Han said calmly.
"Do you know what that thing is?" The Flame Master glared furiously at Xiao Han.
"Of course I do. It is merely an Otherworldly Demon," Xiao Han replied evenly.
"You knew, yet you still let it escape!" The Flame Master glared at Xiao Han. If the Ice Master had not been here, he would probably have already rushed over and beaten Xiao Han into a pulp.
"Since Master let it go, he naturally has his reasons," Ying Huanhuan said blandly.
"Master?"
The Flame Master sized Xiao Han up and shouted, "He has the aura of the Ancestral Stone. But how did you become his disciple?"
The Eight Ancient Masters had only one master: the Symbol Ancestor.
To prevent the living beings of the Xuan Region from suffering persecution, the Symbol Ancestor had burned away his reincarnation and sealed the Plane Rift. The Symbol Ancestor was dead, and to the Flame Master, he would never again have a master in this life.
"Everything from my previous life is merely a memory. It has brought me nothing but a