C943 My Good Grandson

The tiny orb of fire seemed poised to consume the very air around it, crackling and popping with an intense fury. This cacophony roused Huangfu Ying from his stupor. He looked up to see the flame in Ye Hong's grasp, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. From this small sphere, Huangfu Ying sensed an energy of unparalleled purity