Tong Mingshan abruptly turned his head upon hearing the words, his gaze somewhat complex, filled with excitement and gratitude.
He understood that, since the Master had spoken thus, he no longer needed to worry. Naturally, the Master would handle the Shudao Mountain affair for him.
Soon, the surging flames in the light screen also abruptly vanished, revealing not a spherical flame in Yuan Yao's palm, but rather a dragon-like entity trapped in a bell, now spiraling and soaring about, possessing a semblance of spirituality. Yet no matter its gyrations, it could never escape from Yuan Yao's palm.
Excitement hid within Yuan Yao's eyes, and shifting his gaze away from the Divine Fire, he nodded to Shi Chun and then walked out. Before he could speak, Shi Chun addressed him first, "Let him hold it."
There was no one else present, so that 'him' was naturally Tong Mingshan.
Yuan Yao appeared hesitant but complied, extending his palm, offering it to Tong Mingshan.
