Along the secluded walkway beside the flower hall, Netherfire led the way while Luo Chen followed a few steps behind. With every step he took, charred footprints formed on the pathway before fading away moments later. Though the marks vanished as though they had never existed, Luo Chen knew well they were real. 

Could a middle-stage Sage truly lose control of his own true fire so completely that it leaked from his body?

As someone well-versed in the arts of fire, Luo Chen could naturally tell that those burned footprints had been caused by the leakage of some dreadful true fire. Moreover, the man's Dao title made it even clearer that he was proficient in fire arts and had refined a Sourceless Flame into his primordial true fire. That was exactly why the situation felt so wrong, because just how could a cultivator lose control of their own primordial true fire?

Netherfire's hoarse voice cut through his thoughts. "Wilderness Hermit, have you noticed something?"

Luo Chen kept his expression...