"Strange. How did these people tell I was the Grand Elder?"
Yang Yi wondered aloud. He did not attack, sweeping his three eyes over the thirteen people ahead.
But if he had seen things from their perspective, he would not have asked that question.
Of everyone present, the flames on his body burned the fiercest.
He was, in fact, the hottest, most blazing fellow there.
And he carried a burning statue of The Charred Tree on his back. Such purity of faith-tsk, tsk! None of the Fire Worship Cult believers present, including the thirteen elders, could hope to compare.
Coupled with the distinctive aura that belonged solely to the Grand Elder, which several elders present had sniffed out despite how deeply it was hidden.
It was a unique fragrance that only someone who had faced The Charred Tree-or rather, been roasted by it-could give off. There was no possibility of faking it.
"Welcome back, Grand Elder!"
The thirteen Fire Worship Cult elders all turned toward Yang Yi and prostrated themselves in greeting, the flames on their bodies flaring brighter.
Then the other, lower-ranking worshippers knelt as well.
For a moment, Yang Yi became the focus of everyone's attention.
He did not speak immediately. His thoughts raced as he recalled what he knew about the Fire Worship Cult.
This order was unusual. Rank seemed to be determined by how well one endured burning, regardless of seniority. Since worshippers generally did not live long, things like seniority mattered little.
Yang Yi quickly gathered his thoughts.
Though he did not know how they had determined his resistance to burning, things had come to this, so he had to make good use of this identity.
"Hmm... did you burn up the rocket?"
Yang Yi asked with a frown.
"No! It wasn't destroyed! Only the