'This Flame... it seems it doesn't just burn, and its temperature isn't high.'
He walked over to the doll fragments, which were still smoldering, and reached out to touch the embers.
In an instant, the wisp of Flame, about to die out, was like a shark that had scented blood, and it immediately leaped onto his fingertip.
"Hiss... It even has the effect of burning one's spirit. Judging by this Soul Technique alone, Frost Jade's Talent shouldn't be low."
Sensing his Spiritual Power decrease by a minuscule 0.000001% in his mind, Han Ning willed it and casually snuffed out the Flame.
"Anything else?"
He turned his head to the little dog beside him, which once again had three flames floating around it, and smiled.
"Woof~"
Frost Jade lifted its head, brought a paw to its mouth, and blew gently.
Several wisps of ghastly white flame ignited on its sharp claws.
