Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Luo Chen still sat motionless by the riverbank. Within the lava river beneath him, an azure flame tree stretched out its branches while the red fish fire sprite swept up streams of lava and poured them over those branches. The azure fire tree not only tolerated the attention but seemed to enjoy the treatment. Every so often, it would split off wisps of azure flame to tease the red fish, provoking bursts of what looked like laughter from the sprite. The relationship between the two had grown so close that even if Luo Chen chose to devour and refine the red fish at that very moment, it would probably remain completely unaware.

Naturally, he had no intention of doing so. As things stood, both the quantity and quality of Sourceless Flames that the Withering-Flourishing Fire Spirit had devoured had already reached their limit. Any further growth would exceed his ability to control it. While directing his true fire to play with the red fish, he conversed with Han Zhan through divine consciousness. To nobody's surprise, their discussion revolved around the matter that had troubled him for the past half month.

"Your spells were as refined as ever. You used your enchanted...