The Li Huo Palace is situated atop a remote range of mountains, where the lands abound with red rocks, as if nestled on the soaring flames from which, even at a distance, one can feel the oppressive heat.
The massive palace looms mysteriously, half-concealed and elusive.
Beneath the mountain range, countless martial artists and cultivators gathered to explore the Li Huo Palace, their eyes ablaze with anticipation.
"Master, is this the Li Huo Palace! But why does it reopen every sixty years in a cycle?"
Zhu Jin stood on tiptoe, eyes gleaming with little stars.
"I see!"
Ye Qingchen nodded with apparent understanding.
"What are you looking at? Do you understand it?"
Seeing Ye Qingchen's enlightened demeanor, Li Mo quickly withdrew his gaze, coldly glaring at him: "This is the Celestial Immortal's palace; only those elders of the Cyan Flame Sect could possibly understand it!"
"How could I not understand?" Ye Qingchen shook his head subtly.
