Bing Tianxue stepped forward and crouched down to examine the flames.
Her pretty face was filled with gravity.
Cold qi gathered in her fair palm. When she placed it over the fire, she could feel the cold qi actually retreating and melting away.
"It's... the flames left behind after burning someone, and they haven't finished burning yet." Feng Yun recounted what had happened.
"An old lady in blue?"
Bing Tianxue furrowed her brows, utterly shocked. "She burned a Ninth-Rank Saint Lord with one hand? When did such an expert appear in this mortal world?! How come I didn't know?"
"She seems to be Zhao Yinger's master."
Feng Yun spoke.
"Hmm? Zhao Yinger? She's here?"
Yan Beihan had sharp ears and instantly caught that rather threatening name.
"Yes."
Feng Yun had no choice but to explain what had just happened again.
"Could it be that the Phoenix Clan really exists in this mortal world?"
Yan Beihan's lovely brows drew together.
"We'll know once we make contact with her," Chen Xue said.
"We've encountered them in the Three Realms. That Heavenly Fire Divine Phoenix..." A trace of wariness flashed through Yan Beihan's beautiful eyes. "Although we ate the Qiongxiao Flower, even this thing requires a long time to recover fully."
"Try to avoid contact with Zhao Yinger in the future," Feng Yun said with furrowed brows.
"I'm afraid that won't be easy." Yan Beihan sighed. Avoiding her might have been possible for others, but she, Bi Yunyan, and Zhao Yinger seemed destined to cross paths.
Feng Yun was stunned. "You have a grudge against her?"
"...No," Yan Beihan said.
"Then why would it be difficult to avoid her?" Feng Yun asked in surprise.
But Yan Beihan turned and walked away. "What were you three talking about just now?"
Feng Yun: "???"
Bing