However, Fang Hong could only examine the altar and its surroundings to see if he could discover any clues. He reached out towards the skeleton, but this time the half crown mark on the back of his hand showed no reaction, as if the power of Pale Glory had gone dormant.
Only the Ring of Golden Flame in his embrace was faintly warm.
He took out the Ring of Golden Flame again—the ring seemed to have absorbed some power from the previous transformation, glowing once more in the darkness like a layer of flowing lava.
Yet its light wasn't as it once was, only seeming to seep gently from beneath the layers of rock, giving a sense that the flame was hidden.
At this moment, Fang Hong felt a slight trembling, as if a voice within his mind was calling for something, urging him to bring the ring closer to the skeleton. The feeling was like a mother's call to her child, something he couldn't resist.
And Miss Fairy seemed to notice this point as well, but did not speak out to remind him.
