On the serene garden path, two figures slowly walked one after the other.
Luo Chen's gaze was fixated on the charred footprints left by Elder Minghuo.
Those footprints were extremely conspicuous, but often faded away after three steps, as if nothing had ever happened.
But Luo Chen knew, this was by no means an illusion!
"An esteemed Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, unable to suppress his own True Fire, letting it spill out?"
This bizarre thought emerged in Luo Chen's mind.
Being a master of the Dao of Fire, he could naturally tell that those charred footprints were caused by the leakage of a certain dead, solemn True Fire.
Considering his opponent's title—Minghuo, it was apparent that Elder Minghuo was also skilled in the Dao of Fire and had refined a type of Sourceless Fire into Original Source True Fire.
The strange part was, how could a cultivator fail to suppress his own Original Source True Fire?
Unless...
"Huang Independent Cultivator, can you see any clues?"
