Bi Xia's words shattered the atmosphere, causing Wei Ming to suppress his rising anger with a helpless shake of the head. "What do you plan to do next?"
Bi Xia shrugged, "Whatever needs to be done."
She looked down at the flame seed in her hand, pondering for a moment. Suddenly, her starry eyes glowed with a deep blue. The azure spiritual power began to infiltrate the flame seed. Her starry eyes slowly closed as her spiritual power meticulously examined the seed. The young man's brow furrowed as the seed in his palm abruptly ignited in Wei Ming and others' worried cries of 'be careful,' enveloping her small hand.
The flame, originally a chaotic red, gradually turned blue. The azure spiritual power seemed to cleanse the flame, and Wei Ming, closest to Bi Xia, felt the increasing intensity most directly. On the other side, Ye Xiao instinctively backed away, realizing the flame's heat was even more scorching than when Wang Mang had used it.
