After years of campaigning, Cheng Wanjing never expected to face defeat in this small valley.
He prided himself on his keen eye for judging people, but he had never imagined that a young man like Long Fei could possess such strength.
Even when Princess Taihua teased him, he accepted it gracefully.
A group of people watched as Long Fei and Wuu Xianyun performed alchemy, each of them kindling flames beneath their cauldrons.
Wuu Xianyun, like a seasoned painter, manipulated the flames beneath the cauldron with the skill of sweeping brush strokes.
The flames did not merely lie flat below but layered continuously with the movements of his fingers.
As his fingers turned, the flames added another layer.
Eventually, they formed twelve petals of flame, resembling a red fiery lotus.
An Elder stroked his beard and praised, "Brother Wuu's Twelfth-Grade Lotus Flame is becoming increasingly refined."
