Yang Ye fell silent while An Nanjing just continued looking at him, and she didn’t ask because he didn’t nod with agreement.

A short while passed before Yang Ye said, “Do you not sense it?”

An Nanjing’s eyes clearly flickered a little, and then she nodded to him before turning around and leaving. She didn’t have to ask anymore because she knew the answer.

Yang Ye remained silent for a while as he watched her vanish from his field of vision, and then he turned around and entered the Pavilion of Alchemy.

His gaze descended onto the flames within the furnace. He had no doubt that it was absolutely stronger than his Nether Ghostflame, and it would definitely be a formidable weapon to him if he could take control of it.

Such a thought had just appeared in his mind when he shook his head, and then he flashed out of the Primordial Pagoda. He wasn’t aware of the flame’s exact origins, but he knew that his current strength was absolutely incapable of taking control of it.

He didn’t want to play with fire and get himself burned, so he’d decisively abandoned such a thought for now!

After he left the pagoda, Yang Ye said, “Come in!”

Ding Shaoyao walked in a moment later.

“What’s the situation like now?” asked Yang...