The thing that woke Xiao Yan up from his training state was the repeatedly sounding weak old voice within his heart.
Xiao Yan’s tightly shut eyes were slowly opened after hearing Yao Lao’s voice. His gaze glanced at the increasingly illusory dense white flame over his body and his heart involuntarily sank a little.
“Little fellow, I have already reached my limit…” Yao Lao sigh slowly sounded after having appeared to sense that Xiao Yan had awakened.
Xiao Yan nodded slightly as he softly spoke, “Teacher, you have worked hard…”
“Ke ke.” Yao Lao laughed. His laughter had a frailness that was difficult to hide. “In another couple of minutes, you will need to block the refinement of the ‘Fallen Heart Flame’ on your own. Hopefully, you will be able to endure…”
Xiao Yan was quiet. A moment later, he smiled bitterly and said, “I will do what I can as a person. The rest is up to fate…”