This Sword Immortal Is a Little Too Cold

The moisture in the air evaporated at an astonishing speed. The suspended orange orb began to turn crimson, and flames around it grew wilder, dancing like fire dragons. Seeing this, the two disciples below trembled and threw themselves to the ground, crying out in anguish:

"Senior Brother Chong! Help us!!!"

In the nearby bamboo hut, Chong Yuan sat meditating with his eyes closed as usual, his voice cool and clear:

"Fire Spirit."

In an instant, the flames vanished.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.