Xiao Ming took a deep breath, letting the fresh, spiritual air of the Mystic Realm fill his lungs. His cultivation base had reached a new height, his soul strengthened, and the transparent soul flame that had emerged within him seemed to hum with energy.
Yet, even with these gains, a lingering feeling of uncertainty hovered in his mind. The secret realm actually had such a place like this woth great fortune, it would probably have places with grave dangers as well. He couldn't afford to slack off yet.
Xue Mao perched on his shoulder, its sharp, silver eyes gleaming with an odd mixture of concern and bemusement. "Well, brat, I hope you're ready. The Shadow Phoenix's will won't wait forever. You'll need to accept your inheritance before that flame of yours burns everything in sight."