As soon as Wang Ming gave his reply, he felt and saw a white flame deep inside his consciousness, which he could summon at any time.
Wang Ming willed it, and a white flame appeared on the top of his palm.
Seeing this, the audience broke out into chatter.
"He actually subdued it!"
"Heavens, how can he subdue such a flame? I could feel myself burning just from getting close to it!"
"He must have some kind of unique physique."
Many in the audience wore dark expressions, especially Lu Bai, who was gritting his teeth in anger. However, he took a deep breath, as it wasn't worth provoking Wang Ming and causing trouble for himself and his sect.
"Cough, you should get dressed."
Wang Ming snapped out of his daze when he heard a coughing sound and looked at Jiang Ruoxi, who was staring at him with a crimson face.
"Heh, oh right." Wang Ming chuckled as he brought out a new set of robes and put them on.
