The orange mist Zhu Ling exhaled was suddenly ignited by the cigarette in one of the students' mouths.
Like methane, it instantly burst into a pale orange flame.
The students around them were all startled.
"Ah!"
"Fire!"
"Ma Fei's hair is on fire!"
"Fire extinguisher! Fire extinguisher!"
"..."
Everyone panicked. Forget them—even I was shocked and caught off guard.
But at the same time, I felt the Phoenix-Pattern Jade Pendant on my chest grow faintly warm. It was only slight, and the sensation quickly vanished.
I had no time to think. I grabbed a piece of clothing beside me and threw it directly over Ma Fei's head.
The flames went out instantly. There was no need for a fire extinguisher at all.
"Ma Fei, are you okay?"
"What kind of gas did Zhu Ling breathe out? It can catch fire!"
"We need to get Zhu Ling to the hospital for emergency treatment. Her eyes are still bleeding."
"..."
The students were all panicking. None of them dared approach Zhu Ling after seeing what had caused the fire.
Only I crouched down and pressed a finger against Zhu Ling's glabella.
Her yang energy was draining rapidly. If this continued, her Three Fires would inevitably go out.
Even if she was sent to the hospital, they might not be able to save her.
I had to stabilize her three souls and seven spirits, so I used the Soul-Settling Technique.
The moment the spell took effect, Zhu Ling's trembling eyes narrowed, and she let out another burp.
"Burp..."
Another cloud of orange mist spilled from her mouth.
This time, the mist was thick.
When the students saw it, they all backed away.
I immediately pulled Zhu Ling closer. Looking at the orange mist that had yet to disperse, I took out a lighter.