Yu Xianglong and Liu Yidao were Retired Warriors, so they recognized it at a glance: the flames between Cheng Han's hands were definitely Extraordinary Flames.
Under normal circumstances.
Those below the rank of Warrior could not use Extraordinary Flame, while even Warriors had to rely on "Dharma Artifacts."
Only Mystic Adepts could condense Extraordinary Flame barehanded.
To put it more specifically, in addition to forming a "Soul Tempering Imprint," a Mystic Adept had to cultivate a fire-element "Profound Seal" before they could convert source energy into Extraordinary Flame.
At this moment.
Yu Xianglong stared at a wisp of blazing flame, his face full of disbelief. "Old Liu, th-this is the Fire Mystic Trait, isn't it?"
Liu Yidao swallowed hard, equally shocked. "It should be."
Although neither of them had seen a so-called "mystic trait" with their own eyes, they roughly understood the relevant knowledge.
That was, an exceedingly mysterious resonance accidentally arose between the soul and the Source Energy Abyss, eventually forming the rudiment of a fire-element Profound Seal within the soul.
Or rather—a fragmented imprint.
This was an extremely rare occurrence.
Yu Xianglong sighed with deep emotion. "Perhaps in a few years, we'll have to address Cheng Han as 'Lord Mystic Adept.'"
At the mere age of fourteen, he already possessed the Fire Mystic Trait. This practically meant he already had one foot through the door to becoming a Mystic Adept.
As long as his other foot did not lag too far behind, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that he would become a Mystic Adept in the future.
By comparison, on average, nearly sixty Warriors produced only one who advanced to Mystic Adept, while among ordinary people, roughly one Mystic Adept emerged for every twelve thousand people.
This was truly one in ten thousand!
After thinking carefully, Liu