Infernal Heavenly Flames

The Infernal Fire Seed shrunk considerably.

And the spiritual power in his reserves noticeably increased. 

Xu Xiaoshou stopped after he was done with the first round of refinement. 

The process was far easier than he'd imagined it would be. All of the situations he'd been afraid of happening hadn't appeared. 

He was feeling rather disgruntled instead, and wondered if the seed had become weaker.

"No…" he thought. 

"Something is off."

He solemnly walked out his door, letting the night breeze blow through his clothes as he pressed a finger to his head and looked up at the sky with a rather lonesome expression on his face.

"It's not that the Infernal Fire Seed has gotten weak. It's just that…"

"I have become stronger!"

Whoooosshh.

The cold breeze blew, and it looked like it was about to rain. It was then that he realized what "high and mighty," yet alone, felt like.