Fan Zhao was a Tier Eight Professional, and his Spirit Body was so condensed that it was normally indistinguishable from a physical body.
But now, the edges of his Spirit Body were faintly dissipating, and a tangible pressure radiated from him uncontrollably.
Steward Feng, Qin Tianlin, and the others were forced to retreat again and again.
Fan Zhao's expression was ghastly. Spiritual Fire could only be born in the Nether Realm, and the conditions for its creation were exceptionally harsh.
It took a very long time to find even one source of Spiritual Fire.
Due to the Bronze Sect's issues with Flame Fire, all resources from the Nether Realm were in high demand. For Spiritual Fire, one even had to get in line.
If not for his master, Qin Yun, arranging this Holy Profession Melting with the Spiritual Fire before her departure, it might not have even been his turn.
He had been looking forward to this for so long, yet there was nothing before him. How could he possibly remain calm?
