"Of course the Fire Spirit is trapped."
Xiao Shui mumbled to himself. The northern courtyard of the Xiao Mansion, once the residence of the Patriarch, was now heavily guarded by cultivators.
He walked all the way to the former council hall, and upon pushing the door open, he was met with a vast and dim space.
Once intricately carved and painted, everything had been replaced with cold stone pillars, of which there were many.
At the center lay an altar, something Han Yu was undoubtedly very familiar with.
Wasn't it exactly the same as the kind in the Earth Palace!
On the altar, there stood a Great Cauldron, around which the Dragon Capturing Pillars extended chains to enclose it.
Inside the cauldron, the flames flickered constantly, from a distance appearing like fire, but up close, they kept changing form.
As Xiao Shui entered, the flames surged upward, seemingly attempting to break free, but the moment they touched the chains, they could only wail and fall back down.
