The Holy Fire froze instantly in place.
It wobbled helplessly, flames flickering: "B-boss! Haven't I already behaved myself?"
Ye Wu snorted coldly: "That level of cooperation? Worth nothing. I don't keep useless things around. You're a fire—at least make yourself useful. From now on, the lighting in this cave mansion is up to you."
The Holy Fire was bewildered.
What was it?
The dignified Holy Fire!
And now it was just in charge of lighting?
"Isn't it said that the flame of the Holy Fire burns for ten thousand years?" Ye Wu said with interest. "With you here, I should save a bit of Jadeite Stone."
The Holy Fire was dazed for a moment, unable to resist protesting: "Boss, isn't this... a bit too much of a waste?"
"Waste? What else can you do besides this?" Ye Wu sounded rather contemptuous.
The Holy Fire: "..."
"Or are you telling me that the mighty Holy Fire is a liar?" Ye Wu raised an eyebrow.
The Holy Fire shivered and spoke weakly: "I... I understand."
