The fire quietly burned on the Ancestral Golden Feather, and its color was brighter and more intense than the surrounding fire.
Yi Gong detected a familiar aura from it. This is clearly the fire formed by Yi Zhao burning himself! What does she want to do?!
As if seeing through Yi Gong's doubts, Tuan Zi's adorable face broke into a very bright smile as she chirped, "First Elder, don't worry. I'm just giving you a small present."
She smiled sweetly, cutely, and naively, but at this point, Yi Gong found this smile horrifying.
Strong uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart.
He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't make any sound. He could only watch as Tuan Zi played with the Ancestral Golden Feather before she waved it casually.
Swoosh!
The fire rapidly flew over and directly entered his body through his wounds!
The excruciating scorching burn spread throughout his body!
