The Yang Fire Ancient Altar in the rear mountain of the Ye Family finally opened.
There was none of the world-shaking commotion they had imagined.
Nor was there any grand phenomenon of ten thousand flames soaring into the heavens.
Only when Ye Zhong inserted the Ancestor Key into the altar's sealing disk did the stone pillars that had lain dormant for many years light up one after another. Golden-red firelight slowly seeped out from the depths of the underground fire vein, like an old lamp nearly snuffed out by the weight of time, carefully given another drop of oil.
The members of the Ye Family stood outside the ancient altar, many of their eyes reddening.
Ye Xinlan was silent for a very long time.
She had grown up listening to stories of the Ye Family's ancestral fire.
But when she truly saw the Yang Fire Ancient Altar light up, it was at the time when the Ye Family was at its most wretched, with nowhere left to retreat.
Ye Zhong looked at those wisps of gentle, golden-red fire energy and said hoarsely, "Mr. Mu, the Yang Fire Ancient Altar has been opened. According to our agreement, sir may enter the altar to cultivate."
Xiao Fan nodded.
His gaze did not fall immediately into the depths of the Fire Well, but instead turned to Xiao Yi Xian beside him.
Xiao Yi Xian wore a plain white cloak, her silver-white hair tied behind her with a ribbon. As the fire energy in the rear mountain gradually rose, it stirred the edge of her cloak, revealing a slim, fair wrist. She stood there, her expression as cold and detached as ever, but Xiao Fan could tell that the Nether Poison Fire within her was being drawn by the Yang Fire.
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