Half a year later, Xiao Yan prepared to set out once more. Over these past six months, he had cultivated the Dragon Flame Art to the peak of its second layer, the Divine realm. He had also gained some insight into the realm of Rhythm, and believed he would break through before long. His strength had steadily reached the peak of an eight-star Dou Huang, and his blade techniques had also achieved minor success.
Old Yao had awakened a month ago. Only after asking him did Xiao Yan learn just how terrifying his Evil Flame was. When Old Yao had helped Xiao Yan suppress the Evil Flame, he had also endured its corrosion. If Xiao Yan had taken even a little longer to subdue the Evil Flame, Old Yao might already have bid them farewell. Fortunately, Xiao Yan had subdued it in time, but Old Yao had fallen into a deep sleep due to the depletion and damage to his soul power.
Afterward, Xiao Yan told Old Yao about everything that had happened while he was asleep, leaving this expert who had roamed the world all his life sighing with emotion.
"Ah... perhaps this is fate. But your luck is a little too good. I really wonder whether you're Heaven's illegitimate son. Your talent and luck are so exceptional that even the continent's peak experts would be ashamed."
Old Yao looked at Xiao Yan's current cultivation, the Demon Blade, the Dragon Flame Art, and the Evil Flame, speaking with great envy and emotion.
"Heh heh... it's nothing special. Just third best on the continent," Xiao Yan said modestly.
Seeing Xiao Yan act like this, Old Yao did not know what to say. He could only stare at him in silence, utterly depressed.
"Haha, fine, I admit my luck is a