Just as everyone had settled on their true place to stay, a streak of crimson fire suddenly tore through the distant sky.
The firelight was bright and scorching, like a long scarlet rainbow ripping through the thin clouds outside Cold Sand Fortress.
Hei Qing looked up, his gaze narrowing slightly.
"Peak Dou Zong."
Medusa's violet eyes narrowed.
"Someone from the Central Plains. They came quickly."
The firelight landed a hundred zhang outside the fortress, turning into a middle-aged man dressed in crimson robes.
The man did not rashly approach. Instead, he cupped his fists from afar.
"Chi Huo, elder of Burning Flame Valley, has come by order of the Valley Master to pay respects to Mister Xiao Fan!"
Burning Flame Valley.
Hai Bodong's expression shifted slightly when he heard those three words.
One of the Three Valleys of the Central Plains.
Though it was not as transcendent as the Danta, nor as mysterious as the Soul Hall, it was a true veteran faction with deep foundations.
Xiao Fan looked at the newcomer.
"Valley Master Tang is looking for me?"
Elder Chi Huo was startled.
The young man before him had spoken the Valley Master's name directly, his tone calm, as if mentioning an old acquaintance.
But remembering the Valley Master's solemn instructions before he came, he did not dare show the slightest dissatisfaction.
"Indeed."
Chi Huo held out a crimson invitation with both hands.
The invitation flew over and stopped in front of Xiao Fan.
Fire patterns flowed across it, with the faint image of nine dragons coiling within.
Xiao Fan took it, opened it, and swept his eyes over it.
Fire Bodhi Pill.
Tang Huo'er.
Nine Dragon Lightning Flame.
As expected.
Chi Huo said respectfully, "Our Young Valley Master has been plagued by fire poison for many years. The