Seeing Qiongxiao looking at him strangely, Sui, a Xiantian Human, scratched his head in embarrassment.
The reason he wanted to borrow Qiongxiao's innate Dao fire was simple.
A hundred years ago, dry lightning had descended from the heavens and ignited an ancient tree, setting a dense forest ablaze and burning many of the beasts living there to death.
When he led his people to gather the carcasses of those beasts, he smelled an unusual aroma of meat, utterly unlike the raw beasts they ordinarily ate.
Compared to the meat they brought back from their hunts, the flesh of those beasts killed by the blaze seemed like an entirely different food.
Moreover, fire would be of great use to the newborn members of the Human Race.
It could ward off beasts, drive away the cold, and keep them warm.
Unfortunately, the fire they had obtained back then had long since gone out because they had failed to preserve it properly.
And their Human Race had no idea how to create flames.
But he had once seen fire at the Daoist Grounds shared by Qiongxiao and her three fellow disciples.
In the past, his reverence had kept him from approaching and disturbing them.
But now that Qiongxiao was right before him, he naturally wanted to borrow her Dao fire.
On the one hand, he wanted to roast the Flood Dragon Qiongxiao had just slain; on the other, he hoped to take this opportunity to obtain a source of fire.
It would help those Houtian Humans survive.
Though Lady Nüwa's lingering might held the Eastern Seashore in awe,
And no particularly powerful Demonic Overlord came here, it was still fraught with danger for the newborn Houtian Humans, who had no cultivation and were terribly frail.
If they had fire to drive away beasts