The boy in white shouted, "Why haven't you paid respects to my young master?"
The little dragon coiled up in the white-clad boy's palm and nodded repeatedly, as though kowtowing. "This humble one is Fire Form. Greetings, Young Master."
Yan Chihuo found this rather strange and asked, "Why have you not taken human form like my boy? Why have you instead become like this?"
The little dragon called Fire Form replied, "We Spirit Treasures take vastly different forms after becoming spirit entities. Most assume human form, but a dragon bone and an Origin Core formed by a True Dragon were mixed into my forging, which is why I took dragon form."
Yan Chihuo asked, "How long have you been a Spirit Treasure?"
Fire Form said, "This humble one has been a Spirit Treasure for quite some time—more than two hundred years."
Yan Chihuo said, "For over two hundred years, yet why are you so afraid of the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword?"
Fire Form said, "I am different from him. He was tempered by lightning tribulation. Any ordinary Magic Treasure even slightly weaker than him will be cleaved in two. Even I can only withstand two or three of his strikes."
Yan Chihuo thought, This Spirit Sword is quite frank. He even says things like that.
Yet the white-clad boy had guessed what Yan Chihuo was thinking. "Young Master, Spirit Treasures gain intelligence after they are born. Other than toward their own masters, they can deceive people as well. Fire Form is not being so honest because he is kindhearted, but because even if he did not say it, I would."
Yan Chihuo beckoned, and Fire Form flew into his hand. After examining it for a few moments, Yan Chihuo put it into his storage ring.
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