Xiao Yan had just caught a note of discord in Yan Jin's words and was about to press him on it when Yan Jin moved to another subject. "Where are the three Soul Clan members you captured?"
To keep the many experts of Origin Return Manor confident, Xiao Yan had to tell them how strong their side truly was. One of his greatest trump cards was the three Eight-Star Dou Saint Living Dead of the Soul Clan.
"Right here."
The Nihility Devouring Flame surged in Xiao Yan's palm, and a deep black vortex appeared. With the flame, he effectively had another small space at his disposal, one that could hold many things. The four Living Dead were not inanimate objects, yet they were far too important to leave unattended, so Xiao Yan had kept them confined within it. They all carried the Nihility Devouring Flame's Sub-Flame, so being trapped inside did them no harm.
The moment the three appeared, Yan Jin's body tensed. He knew Xiao Yan had them completely under control, but he could not help remaining wary. Not long ago, the four Living Dead had given him a great deal of trouble.
Only when he saw that the three truly could not move without Xiao Yan's command did he finally relax.
"Are you certain you can keep these three under control?"
Xiao Yan raised a hand, and the obedient Nihility Devouring Flame curled around his palm. "Elder Jin, to be honest, their control doesn't come from me. It comes from him."
As soon as Xiao Yan spoke, the flame swelled. Within its shifting fire, the figure of a child gradually took shape, his body sheathed in a faint layer of the Nihility Devouring Flame. It was Little Scale, the flame's Huo Ling incarnation.
"I told you what happened