The moment he saw this woman appear, Xiao Yan was relatively fine; he only felt an immense, invisible pressure.
Yao Chen was different. This was the pressure of a Dou Saint.
"Junior Yao Chen pays his respects to the Saint!"
A Saint—a Dou Saint. Xiao Yan trembled, despair filling his heart. As expected, wealth should not be flaunted.
"Senior!"
The middle-aged woman saw their concern and smiled. "No need to be nervous. I merely overheard your conversation and became curious.
The world is indeed vast, filled with all manner of wonders.
Devouring Heavenly Flames... How could Heavenly Flames be so easily encountered? Even if one found them, subduing them would be even harder.
I wonder what method my brother used back then. Jia Nan Academy actually has a Fallen Heart Flame.
You brat can simply cultivate with the Fallen Heart Flame here. Though it has grown for a thousand years, it is ultimately only an immature Heavenly Flame.
Besides, this is their lifeblood. If you refined it, they would fight you to the death.
The Fallen Heart Flame was given to me by my brother a thousand years ago. After a millennium of my nurturing, its power has increased dramatically, and it could rank among the top ten.
Unfortunately, it had long since become useless to me.
Since you are the descendant of my nephew, and since you have such fortune as to obtain this extraordinary technique, consider it a gift from me to you, junior.
Perfect. I also want to see exactly what kind of cultivation technique could be so unusual."
A colorless, transparent flame appeared. Its terrifying heat seemed capable of vaporizing everything.
With a casual wave of her hand, she opened a secret realm and brought the two of them inside.
Such a method left Xiao Yan