"A bet? What kind of bet?" Shen Haoran asked, a little curious.
"Alright, I won't take advantage of you. You possess the Fire Spirit Black Obsidian, don't you? All you have to do is boil the water in this cauldron. If you do, I'll leave immediately. But if you can't, you have to come with me!" After speaking, Elder Huo took a large, pitch-black cauldron from his Storage Ring, then drew water from the courtyard well and filled it to the brim.
Seeing the serious look on Elder Huo's face, Shen Haoran was filled with suspicion. "Is it really that simple?" The temperature of the Fire Spirit Black Obsidian was no joke. The heat accumulated by the Fire Element over millions of years was terrifyingly high—it could even melt Mid to High Level Spiritual Artifacts, let alone this cauldron!
