Ye Fan had already gotten some clues about the location of the Earth Spirit Flame.
He and Pakura arrived at a canyon where the fog was even denser, reducing visibility to less than five meters.
"Let's start here!"
Ye Fan stopped walking and suddenly spoke.
Pakura consciously stepped back several meters.
She grew increasingly curious about the Earth Spirit Flame Ye Fan had mentioned.
If Ye Fan had not told her about it, she would never have known that such a terrifying existence existed in this world.
Ye Fan stood atop a protruding rock. Through the perception he had released, the surrounding situation appeared clearly in his mind.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Ye Fan simply stood there quietly.
Pakura, standing some distance away, did not make a sound.
At a time like this, she could only stand obediently to the side and watch, unable to help at all.
Finally—
After a long wait, Ye Fan began to move again.
Whoosh!
Ye Fan, who had just been standing on the rock, suddenly vanished.
Pakura's pupils widened slightly.
Although this was not the first time she had witnessed the young man's speed, she still could not suppress her shock.
That kind of speed was already beyond what the naked eye could catch.
Just how had this young man cultivated? How could someone so young possess such heaven-defying strength?
Just as Pakura was slightly distracted, Ye Fan, who had just disappeared, strangely reappeared.
Somehow, Ye Fan had even gathered a pile of dry firewood and dead branches.
Was he going to start a fire?
Pakura silently guessed. If he was starting a fire, she could help.
At that moment, Ye Fan began forming hand seals.
Pakura's gaze was quickly drawn to Ye Fan's hand-seal technique.
Every change in his hand seals