Yet this sudden surge of power brought not the slightest joy to Xiao Yan's face. Instead, traces of fear surfaced there.
"Teacher, don't!"
No matter how Xiao Yan shouted, Yao Lao kept his finger firmly pressed against Xiao Yan's forehead. His mighty Soul Power held Xiao Yan captive, leaving him unable to move a muscle.
Whoosh!
Cold white flames abruptly emerged from Yao Lao's body, burning quietly around his Soul Form and radiating an icy aura.
Yao Lao gazed at the bone spirit cold flame enveloping him with a complicated expression. Then he sighed softly and said, "Old friend, thank you for all these years."
As his words fell, the bone spirit cold flame surged a little higher, as though responding to him.
"Go on. This little fellow won't disappoint you!"
At that, a smile appeared on Yao Lao's face, and he chuckled softly.
The moment his words fell, the bone spirit cold flame surrounding him soared. It circled Yao Lao and Xiao Yan several times, then suddenly surged toward the point where Yao Lao's finger touched Xiao Yan's forehead and poured inside all at once.
"Aaaaargh!"
The sudden burning sensation forced a roar from Xiao Yan's throat. Yet the agony in his body was nothing compared with the pain in his heart.
Yao Lao's actions filled Xiao Yan with panic. He understood that the elder he respected most, the man who had helped him more than anyone throughout his journey, might leave him from this day onward!
After entering Xiao Yan's body, the bone spirit cold flame rampaged through him, subjecting him to what felt like brutal torture. Sweat drenched his body, but under the terrifying heat at his skin, it evaporated before it could even flow out.
Inside Xiao Yan's body, however, the situation was entirely different from