Bab 308: Interest in The Flame

As the flickering ashen flame danced in the old man's palm, Uncle Hui finally said. "Deathfire! So, you've finally perfected it," he said, the words seeping out from his mouth like a painful sigh. His face had drained of its usual color, the shock turning him into a ghastly figure. His voice, reduced to a raspy whisper, barely concealed the terror that laced his words. A wave of silence swept over the gathering, as the impact of Uncle Hui's words began to resonate with everyone present. The Deathfire Art was no ordinary technique; its perfection was synonymous with an unassailable supremacy.