The flame was no bigger than a soybean, flickering weakly in mid-air as though a single gust of wind could snuff it out.

Tang Yan frantically pulled true Qi from his body, pouring it ceaselessly into the tiny flame. Under his desperate effort, the soybean-sized spark finally grew a fraction larger.

Yun Zhonghe stared at the flame in surprise. Though he could not identify it, a single glance filled him with bone-deep dread.

Fortunately, the flame was still too small to pose any real threat.