Demon Phoenix landed on the eaves of the Thatched Hut and looked down at Huang Xiao. "Yes, this was rather beyond my expectations. I never imagined the heavenly fire flame would be so miraculous. Just now, I drew out a mere wisp and absorbed the tiniest bit, yet its effect surpassed decades of slowly devouring earth fire flame. It's simply unbelievable."
"Can you recover all your strength?" Huang Xiao did not care about earth fire flame. All he cared about was whether Demon Phoenix could recover the strength of his prime. That would make him an absolute pinnacle expert of the Martial Realm.
"There's certainly no problem with that, but I was still too optimistic. One month won't be enough," Demon Phoenix sighed.
"What happened?" Huang Xiao asked, alarmed.
"This isn't a bad thing. It's a good thing." Realizing that his words had caused Huang Xiao some misunderstanding, Demon Phoenix continued explaining, "I absorbed just a tiny bit of heavenly fire flame, and it was already more than I could bear. I'll need at least half a month to truly digest this wisp of heavenly fire flame. That means I can probably only do it twice in a month here. How much heavenly fire flame could those two attempts consume? There isn't much heavenly fire flame hidden deep within the Minghong Saber, but what I drew out this time was utterly minute. Twice in one month would be no more than a single hair from nine oxen. It will take much longer to draw out all the heavenly fire flame inside."
With that explanation, Huang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.
He had feared that something might go wrong. Whether with Demon Phoenix or the Minghong Saber, that was not something he wanted to see.
"That really is good news."