But Zhang Bancheng was stubborn to a fault. Whatever else happened, he insisted that Tang Changsheng come to his manor...
None of this was complicated. Thoughts turning in his mind, Tang Changsheng strode out.
The manor sprawled across several courtyards. Before Tang Changsheng reached the front one, he saw the Zhang Household servants sprawled across the ground. A tall Daoist was striding out.
The man held an oil lamp etched with faint patterns. One glance made Tang Changsheng start. "The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp!"
The tall Daoist sneered. "Since you recognize the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, why aren't you on your knees, surrendering? You dared kill a disciple of the Primordial Yang Church. Your crime could hardly be worse!"
The Primordial Yang Church? What did it have to do with the Primordial Yang Abbey? Doubt stirred in Tang Changsheng's mind.
Before Tang Changsheng could speak, the tall Daoist grinned savagely and blew on the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. Its flame flared into a great blaze and swept toward Tang Changsheng from several yards away.
The Flame had yet to reach him, but scorching heat already struck his face. For an instant, Tang Changsheng felt as though his hair and eyebrows had been singed.
What frightened him even more was that these were real, searing Flames!
How was that possible?
Tang Changsheng had owned a Primordial Yang Divine Lamp for so long. How could he not know what it was capable of?
The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp's Flame illuminated the Celestial Heart Sea of Consciousness and could even burn Ghost Gods. But that Flame was not Yang Fire. It was spiritual fire...
Yet the searing flames before him were unmistakably Yang Fire, burning with unimaginable heat. Even the Qing leaves nearby had been scorched.
And the heat rushing against Tang Changsheng's