Outside Burning Flame Valley lay a stretch of crimson mountains.
From afar, the peaks looked like fire dragons crouched against the earth, their ridges winding, their red cliffs jagged. Even the dusk clouds had been dyed dark red by the underground fire veins. Hot wind blew out from the valley, carrying dense fire-attributed energy. An ordinary person would feel their throat go dry and their meridians burn with heat just standing outside the valley.
When Xiao Fan landed outside the valley, only two people were with him.
Zi Yan wore a large cloak, her purple hair pressed down beneath the hood, most of her aura concealed by the aura-suppressing pill Xiao Fan had refined in advance.
To outsiders, she was merely a gluttonous little girl at Xiao Fan's side.
Hei Qing had changed into a black robe. Tall and imposing, with his aura restrained, he stood half a step behind Xiao Fan, keeping a low profile.
Their identities as Ancient Void Dragons could not be revealed in Burning Flame Valley.
The Central Plains were unlike the northwest. Any bit of information that spread could draw the prying eyes of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, the Soul Hall, and even more factions.
Zi Yan had not truly returned to Dragon Island yet, and there was no need for Burning Flame Valley to know her origins.
Zi Yan, however, was not thinking that far ahead.
The moment she landed, her nose twitched.
"Xiao Fan, this place smells so good."
Xiao Fan glanced at her.
"That's a fire vein, not food."
Zi Yan said seriously, "If I can't eat the fire vein, what about the medicinal herbs beside it?"
Hei Qing fell silent for a moment, then reminded her in a low voice, "Young master, say a little less."
Zi Yan glared at