Zhang Jian clenched the Vast Flame in his palm, forming it into a silken net, firmly trapping the black qi.
His control over the Vast Flame was astonishing.
Even though he had never been exposed to the proper cultivation techniques of the Path of the Saints and Sages, he had achieved this level based solely on his own comprehension.
Given time, it wouldn't be difficult for him to comprehend a method to condense Vast Righteous Qi.
Looking at the mass of black qi that continued to flee in his hand, he explained,
"Uncle, someone left a small trick on you, but it's not a big deal!"
Qi Yuanwu looked at the wriggling black qi that resembled a worm, still feeling a bit fearful.
"Ah Yu, what exactly is this thing?"
"This is a remnant worm from the Gu God, with a bit of something else inside!"
Zhang Jian's eyes also displayed some interest.
"Gu God? The Xuan Du Evil People that attacked us city troops back then?"
