Like An Wuzhi, Tong Mingshan had kept his other hand free. Once the faint silvery-blue flame had floated all the way out, he grabbed it too.
Everyone watched eagerly beneath their feet, and they were not disappointed. A fifth flame really did emerge.
Its emergence was feeble and labored, and even after breaking free, it could not move very fast. Shi Chun wondered whether that had anything to do with the many strikes of the Demon-Undoing Hand he had delivered.
It gave the impression that these weakened Divine Fires had only one goal: to escape the Ice Jiao's body. They ignored the people before them, though whether they could not sense them or something else was unclear.
Once the fifth flame floated out, An Wuzhi gathered the Divine Fires in both hands into one palm, then reached out to grab another.
Those he had tricked repeatedly could not help giving him a few extra looks. Their eyes seemed to speak: Don't you love Divine Fire? You've grabbed three at once. Satisfied now?
An Wuzhi understood their thoughts and gave a bitter smile. "Everyone, I'm not being greedy. We can't just waste them, can we? Besides, with the same kind of Divine Fire, fully absorbing one flame is enough. Absorbing more of the same variety does nothing. It's a complete waste. I'm taking these for Zhu Xiangxin and the brothers from the Four Cauldron Sect."
In front of his own people, Shi Chun offered a reminder. "Zhu Xiangxin can have one. Forget the Four Cauldron Sect. Remember, everyone: we're friendly on the surface, but our hearts aren't united. They're not on the same road as us at all. Unless they find out, don't give them a single flame."
He muttered inwardly, *Giving them to the Demonic Path would be the real