"True Dragon Flame?"
Sher King couldn't help but gulp heavily. If they weren't running towards the gates of Astral City, he would've liked to ask more about it.
After all, that's a beast flame, and this beast flame belonged to a True Dragon.
That was so fucking awesome that he could barely contain his excitement.
"It seems like this kind of fire means a lot to you."
Tyler looked at him and spoke.
"Of course, my lord! Beast Flame, Spiritual Flame, Earth Flame, and Heavenly Flames are known throughout the world."
"For blacksmiths and alchemists, these flames are more important than their lives. Even the weakest Spiritual Flame can improve their production by five times, both in quantity and quality."
Hearing that, Tyler almost stopped. He looked back and said.
"You said weakest spiritual flame. How does that compare to my True Dragon Flame?"
Sher King raised his right hand, and a small yellow flame appeared in his hand.
