Melon set fire to the Edict-Bearing Envoy’s Residence, and actually forced the culprits behind the prison break out.
The Watchtower Compound officers and Myriad Spirits Garden disciples all breathed inward sighs of relief. As long as the culprits and Guo An showed themselves, they probably would not have to "die." Their superiors would have something to work with, and could negotiate with the Edict-Bearing Envoy.
The Edict-Bearing Envoy also breathed an inward sigh of relief. The good news was that the culprits had been found, so the fire could be extinguished instead of left to burn. The bad news was that the flames had been so fierce that half his sprawling, three-courtyard residence had burned down. All that remained in the front courtyard were two latrines and four cesspits, and two treasure chambers in the middle courtyard had been exposed by the fire.
Speaking of burning, there was no avoiding mention of the cluster of mystical fire Melon held above his right palm. While everyone else focused on the culprits' appearance, Little Bad King had been staring at the phantom fire seed in his hand.
He could not help it. To him, the world's finest rare treasures really were no less appealing than Little Black Fatty in black stockings. That was exactly his thing-especially when it belonged to someone else!
The cluster of flames in Melon's palm was amber, clear and translucent, with pale-gold flowing flames. Its tongues of fire were slender and delicate, scattered flecks of golden light drifting through them. Within, the phantom seedling of a divine tree flickered in and out of view. It looked truly strange.
Little Bad King considered himself well-informed, but he had never seen a description of divine fire like this in any ancient text or classic. He had never even heard of