"Drink, Xiao Yan. This is your destiny."
Qi Fei handed Xiao Yan a cup.
Inside the cup was a Heavenly Flame refined from Wind Attribute Power, so its glow carried a hint of green.
"But, godfather, what's the price?"
Xiao Yan picked up the cue at once.
"Everything."
Qi Fei drawled.
Xiao Yan held the cup and stared at Qi Fei. Neither of them said another word. The air grew so heavy it nearly froze—wait, it seemed to have actually frozen.
Yao Lao looked at Xiao Yan.
That clumsy trick with spatial control could only mean one thing: this brat was up to something.
After a long while, Xiao Yan tipped the cup in his hand, about to pour out the Heavenly Flame.
Then the flame stuck to the cup.
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Xiao Yan froze.
Why wasn't this going according to the Script?
"Hahaha—"
Qi Fei burst out laughing beside him.
He was the one who'd made the flame stick to the cup.
More precisely, an ordinary cup couldn't withstand a Heavenly Flame at all. Qi Fei had to hold it in place himself.
Naturally, that meant it wouldn't pour out."
Xiao Yan stared speechlessly at the cup, then at Qi Fei, who was still laughing beside him.
He'd thought Qi Fei would follow the usual routine and put on a proper show.
Apparently, he'd been overthinking it.
Whatever. He'd better get down to business.
Xiao Yan grabbed the flame from the cup and shoved it straight into his mouth without even looking for a Flame Seed.
This Heavenly Flame was relatively weak. Even if he stood still and let it burn him, it wouldn't do much damage. It was a piece of cake.
He focused briefly on circulating his cultivation method.
In less than ten minutes, the Flame Seed inside