"Perhaps... the Flame Power was never lost."
Gu Qilin said softly.
Luo Yu murmured, "This is... too..."
He wanted to say a word to describe his feelings, but he found that neither 'fantasy' nor 'magical' quite fit.
"Gu Changzhi's slumber wasn't just because he was comprehending the 'Great Cold'."
Gu Qilin lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.
He muttered, "If there is a third Flame Power, his sleep... isn't that simple..."
For a long time, Qingzhong Cemetery had been in absolute balance.
Gu Changzhi alone was suppressing the power of two Flame Powers.
However, because of the intrusion of the God of Wine.
The balance... was broken.
"The Disaster Realm of Great Cold is not a disaster!"
Gu Qilin suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling, his expression becoming extremely serious, "The real disaster is the power of this third ownerless Flame Power spreading on its own... This Disaster Realm, is protecting the mausoleum!"
As Gu Changzhi and the God of Wine clashed.
