"Locked?" Ye Tianfan heard this and grew nervous, not wanting to end up like the person in front of him. He was so damn ugly; if he weren't still able to speak, it would be impossible to tell he was alive or even human.
Then Ye Tianfan remembered a detail from earlier; when he walked toward the Extreme Cold Ice Flame, he saw it lean toward him. Although he stepped back a couple of steps, and the flame withdrew its probing, Ye Tianfan still felt that the person might be right in saying he'd been marked by the flame — perhaps it was that very step.
Hold on a second, Ye Tianfan suddenly thought, could this flame be a fragment from the shattered first wisp of flame essence?
The more Ye Tianfan thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Only such a flame could possess such power and uniqueness.
But what kind of fire was this? So cold, this flame didn't emit heat but rather coldness.
Ye Tianfan looked at the flame with curiosity.
