บท 821: Flame Seed.

Shi Lang sat outside the volcano garden the entire night, he had realized that the flow of time in this place was different than the normal. He meditated on the swirl of flame inside his dantian. He tired to manipulate it but that did not work. His brows were furrowed, and in the middle of the night he opened his eyes. 

He was not gaining anything by mindlessly approaching the situation. A figure appeared before him, it was Master Barre who was the alchemy expert of this world. Shi Lang clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, Senior." 

The old man shook his head and said, "You embarrass me by this respect, Young Master Shi Lang."