Zhang Menglong seemed to have entered a state of meditation, enveloped together with the old man Zhan in a blaze of fire. The fire's color continuously shifted, and its temperature fluctuated between hot and cold, but no one dared to come closer.
This process lasted for a full hour before the flames on Zhang Menglong's body receded into every pore of his skin.
"It's done!" Zhang Menglong gently placed the old man Zhan on the ground. He was still peacefully asleep, but one could see a sense of calm and serenity reflected in his expression. Although the poisonous fire had constantly been suppressed, the agony of being scorched by such venomous flames had pushed the old man to the brink of life being worse than death.
But now, with the poisonous fire eradicated, he no longer needed to forcefully use his power to suppress it. After centuries, his body today could finally relax.
