Li Yuan used his sword as a crutch, engulfed in flames as he returned to the Black Market Ghost Realm, but he did not enter it. Instead, he leaned against its boundary.
Lady Yan in Cyan Robe silently stood behind him.
"Wine," Li Yuan said.
Lady Yan brought out the Snow Brew and Spring Dream Brew from the Ghost Realm's cellar and handed them over.
Li Yuan took a sip, then suddenly spat it out. With a bang, it formed a torch-like flame that extended over ten zhang in front of him.
The sparks of the flame scattered, interweaving with the wind and snow, creating a magnificent spectacle.
"Sister Yan, this... this fire is... pure. I... need to digest it outside the Ghost Realm."
A hoarse voice sounded.
"If... if you... see I'm not going to make it, then pull me... into the Ghost Realm and put out the fire for me.
But... if... I can endure it, let me... handle it myself."
Li Yuan gritted his teeth.
"Alright."
Yan Yu agreed, encouraging, "You can do it."
