When Han Feng stepped into the bottom level of the Heavenly Burning Qi Refining Tower, the first thing he saw was not the Fallen Heart Flame.
It was Xiao Fan.
The young man stood beside a stone platform where magma churned. His green robes stirred slightly, and his aura seemed utterly ordinary—merely that of a Dou Wang.
At least, that was what Han Feng saw: a Dou Wang.
Han Feng halted, a flicker of suspicion passing through his eyes.
He had seen that face before.
At the night banquet in Black Emperor City, there had been a young Alchemist named Qing Mu—calm, cautious, perceptive, yet deliberately concealing his edge.
Han Feng said, "So, young friend Qing Mu, you are from Jia Nan Academy."
Xiao Fan turned around, an indistinct wisp of invisible flame resting in his palm.
The flame had no temperature, yet it instantly stirred the Sea Heart Flame within Han Feng's body.
Han Feng's gaze immediately became scorching.
Han Feng slowly said, "The Fallen Heart Flame is actually in your hands."
Xiao Fan chuckled. "Hadn't the Medicine Emperor already guessed?"
Han Feng did not attack in haste.
To earn the title of Medicine Emperor in the Black-Corner Region, he naturally had not relied on alchemy alone.
A Dou Wang dared to stand here alone and wait for him.
Either he was mad, or he was bait.
Han Feng raised a hand, and deep-blue Sea Heart Flame rose from his palm, the firelight casting shifting shadows across his face.
Han Feng said, "Where is the person behind you? Tell him to come out."
Xiao Fan said, "I don't need anyone else to deal with you."
Han Feng laughed.
It was not an arrogant laugh, but a soft one, as though he had heard something childish.
Han Feng said, "It