Deep within the Yang Fire Ancient Altar, the medicinal mist had yet to fully disperse.
Xiao Fan had just stabilized the aura of a five-star Dou Zong, while the fire veins along the edge of the stone pool still pulsed faintly. The Colorless Fire armor slowly vanished from his arm, and the dark-gold dragon markings seemed to sink deep into his bones and blood. His entire aura had grown far heavier than when he had been a three-star Dou Zong.
It was no longer merely sharp.
It was weighty.
Like a blade that had finally been tempered against the furnace wall, no longer killing only with its edge—the body of the blade itself could now withstand even heavier fire.
Zi Yan circled him twice, her little nose twitching, her eyes bright and sparkling.
"Xiao Fan, you smell even better now."
Xiao Fan paused in the middle of putting on his outer robe.
"That is a very dangerous way to describe it."
Zi Yan said seriously, "Not tasty like food. Your dragon scent got stronger."
Deep within the Heart Seal, Xiao Xiao Yan added faintly, "Stupid dragon, you swallowed just now."
Zi Yan's little face stiffened, and she immediately stuffed a Sugar Pill into her mouth, biting down with a loud crunch.
Xiao Yi Xian stood by the pool, putting away the remaining medicinal liquid for Xiao Fan. The Yang Fire reflected on her silver-white hair, tinting her cool profile with a faint warmth. She did not congratulate him. Only after seeing that Xiao Fan's aura had completely stabilized did she let out a soft breath of relief.
"Five-star Dou Zong."
Qing Lin said softly, joy also surfacing in her eyes.
Ye Xinlan stood at the entrance of the ancient altar, holding the Ye Family's old account books, her eyes slightly