In the East Suburbs of Jiangyin Prefecture stood the Flying Immortal Temple.
Inside the temple, due to a sudden attack by assassins from the Black Market, Fan Nansong had ordered the disciples to bolt the gates and stay put.
Under the night sky, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Aside from Ji Xiu and his small group, there was no one else in sight.
But then he saw a small wisp of 'Divine Talisman Fire' spring from Ji Xiu's fingertip.
At that moment, Fan Nansong's breath caught in his throat.
With his cultivator's insight, he could clearly perceive the immense power contained within that ball of True Flame.
When it came to Immortal Techniques,
Both Dao Skills and Daoist Skills were as vast as a misty ocean, as numerous as the stars, their numbers unknowable.
