As the black flames emerged, all cultivators felt an uncomfortable aura, as if the flames were tempting the darkest side of a person's heart.
Yet the flames also caused palpitations, as if one touch would bind you forever, or as if you could be reduced to ashes in the next second.
As everyone frowned in thought, they wondered what exactly those black flames in Lin Shen's hands were.
"Truly disgusting," Little Golden Crow said, perched on Ye Qiu's shoulder.
"Do you know what that is? Is it very dangerous?" Ye Qiu had a bad feeling and thought that Lin Shen would use that thing against his precious son.
"A kind of flame with a disgusting origin, somewhat capable, but still not as formidable as me," Little Golden Crow proudly and disdainfully said, not even willing to mention it further.
"Isn't that disciple from the Feng Family in great danger then?"
