Wang Yan raised his hand, and the Starlight Ring flashed. Little Mars flew out from the Starlight Ring and landed on the ground.
"Master, you called for me?" Little Mars immediately hopped around Wang Yan.
Wang Yan pointed to the flames on the ground and said, "Take a look. What's different about these flames?"
Since Little Mars is a spirit formed from fire, he immediately saw the origin of these flames and said, "It's just flames that have been burning for three thousand years, nothing special."
"Could this count as the Heaven and Earth's Strange Fire?" Wang Yan asked.
Little Mars shook his head and said, "This place is filled with dead energy. These flames are saturated with it, so they can't become Heaven and Earth's Strange Fire. They're far inferior to me."
Hearing this, Wang Yan was somewhat disappointed and said, "Forget it. If that's the case, it seems these flames are not treasures at all."
With this thought, Wang Yan was about to turn and leave.
