Sang Wen said calmly, "Didn't you need Pure Yang True Flame? I am."
As she spoke, a layer of deep azure spiritual flame began to rise from around her jade-like icy skin. Trembling, she slowly approached Ning Fa.
Ning Fa narrowed his eyes slightly. Only then did he understand why Hermit Xuyuan had worn that expression when mentioning Pure Yang True Fire, and why Sang Wen had suddenly become so cold toward him.
For a moment, he did not know whether he should accept.
Just as he hesitated, a cool, violently trembling body pressed against his chest.
Sang Wen shut her eyes tightly, her stiff hands slowly wrapping around Ning Fa's waist.
Ning Fa sighed inwardly and held her as well. Then, their figures sank into the surging magma, and the fire pool began to churn.
Seven days later, a graceful body flew out of the fire pool. Spiritual light flashed over her, and she changed into another set of robes before hurriedly fleeing as though escaping in panic.
Another day passed before Ning Fa slowly flew out of the fire pool.
The fire pool, once scarlet-red, had now cooled and turned a deep black. It even gave off faint traces of chill.
Ning Fa's eyes brimmed with delight. His figure flashed, and he vanished from the spot as well.
Not long afterward, within the quiet chamber of the cave dwelling where he was temporarily residing.
Ning Fa sat cross-legged while the Essence Flame Firebird floated before him. It spat out a thin wisp of deep crimson flame, which turned into a mass of firelight that enveloped his entire body.
Fine crimson lightning coiled around Ning Fa's body, rapidly absorbing the firelight.
After a long while, Ning Fa slowly opened his eyes. A smile appeared on his face as he