Old Yao was shrewd with age. How could he not know Xiao Yan's current state? He had already reached a crossroads, and he needed to make a choice.
But he no longer treated Xiao Yan as a tool and did not interfere with him. Faced with Xiao Yan's question, he merely said faintly, "Perhaps..."
"So that's how it is..."
Xiao Yan murmured. Beneath his sleeves, his hands had quietly clenched into fists.
Reason told him that continuing to cultivate this seemingly bizarre Flame Mantra with its limitless potential would ultimately lead only to a dead end. He should give it up while he still had the chance.
But every time he was about to make a decision, Zhao Li's seemingly invincible figure appeared in his mind—he also wanted to become an invincible existence like Zhao Li!
Yet he also knew that if he cultivated normally, even if Master Yao devoted everything to nurturing him, the achievements he could attain would most likely stop at Master Yao's current level. There was absolutely no chance he could become an invincible expert.
On one side was reason, and on the other was desire. The two thoughts were like an angel and a devil, constantly whispering the pros and cons into his ears.
The angel kept nagging him that only by living would there be hope, and once dead, everything would end. The devil did not say much, only asking him over and over again whether he wanted to become an invincible expert.
This made Xiao Yan hesitate, and he was unable to make a decision for a long time.
Old Yao had already seen the turmoil in Xiao Yan's heart. Although he hoped to truly come back to life, after seeing the terrifying might that erupted when the two kinds of Heavenly Flames