541 Red Hats, Green Hats, We’re A Bunch Of Little Hats....

When Chen Jue saw Zhou Yixing and his nine-colored flame, his expression instantly became one of deep respect. "Nine-colored flame! A master necromancer!!"

Zhou Yixing ignored Chen Jue, as if he felt soul cultivators weren't even worth looking at. All he cared about was Bai Xiaochun, or more specifically, the Eternal Parasol in his hand. However, after examining it for a moment, he seemed a bit unconvinced about Bai Xiaochun himself.

Turning his gaze from the parasol to Bai Xiaochun, he asked, "Are you a soul cultivator, or a necromancer?"

"Nine-colored flame...." Bai Xiaochun thought, his mind reeling as he stared at the fire in Zhou Yixing's hand. Based on what he could sense, it was clear that Zhou Yixing was not a Nascent Soul cultivator, but instead, was in the great circle of Core Formation.

And yet, Bai Xiaochun could tell that if the power contained within the nine-colored flame were to be released, it would be shocking to the extreme.