Chen Xiang flew into the Inner Hall and hovered above the desk.
On the desk lay stacks of Case Files that had just been annotated and had yet to be sealed away. For a newborn child curious about everything, this was clearly the perfect playground.
Chen Xiang landed on the desk and reached out with his little hand.
As luck would have it.
What he grabbed happened to be the documents concerning the various cases.
Holding the confidential files in both hands, Chen Xiang blinked. They were bright red and looked fun. When children found something fun, they usually interacted with it in whatever way they were best at.
Besides flying, this little terror had brought another talent out of his mother's womb.
Whoosh-
Chen Xiang opened his little mouth and puffed out his cheeks. A mass of Six Ding Divine Fire spewed from his mouth-the very origin flame within Taishang Laojun's Eight Trigrams Furnace.
Chen Wei had cultivated only a smattering of it, but as his son, Chen Xiang had naturally inherited this Divine Ability.
Not only had he inherited it, but the blue drawn from indigo had surpassed the indigo itself.
And one must not forget that Chen Xiang also carried Yang Chan's bloodline. It was ferociously powerful. With one breath of fire, the flames swallowed the confidential files.
"Ah!" Ma Muzhi caught the flare of fire in the Inner Hall from the corner of his eye. When he took a closer look, his soul nearly fled his body. The White Jade Bowl in his hand fell to the floor with a clatter and shattered.
"Those documents!"
"Oh, little terror, you mustn't do that!"
Old Ma's face went white, and he bolted into the Inner Hall.
But it was already too late.
How tyrannically powerful was the Six