A pinch of pale pink Six Desires Enchanting Powder, mixed into the swirling Clear Wind, was inhaled by the disciple Feng Yang, who stood before the candle flame.
His nose tickled, and Feng Yang subconsciously lowered his head to rub it.
But when he looked up again, the curiosity and hesitation in his eyes had been replaced by a ravenous greed that burned like a Fierce Fire.
"A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity… The Holy Sect wouldn't harm me!"
His Adam's apple bobbed as he mumbled, as if trying to convince himself, yet also as if driven by desire.
Finally, he shot out his hand, grabbing for the quietly burning, ink-green candle flame!
Hidden in the shadows, Qi Yun held his breath, his gaze locked on the scene.
BOOM—
The moment Feng Yang's fingertip touched the flame, the ink-green fire shot up his arm like a living creature and burrowed violently into his seven orifices!
In an instant.
