The little Daoist stood tall and proud, unmatched in arrogance.
Then he realized he was too close to Jiang Li, having to crane his neck to barely see Jiang Li's face.
In an instant, his posture of supreme arrogance greatly diminished.
His little face twitched in embarrassment; flames ignited beneath his feet, and a pair of Fire Wheels appeared, lifting Yin Tulong slowly into the air until he slightly surpassed Jiang Li's height, then he stopped.
These two Fire Wheels must be the renowned Wind and Fire Wheels.
Like golden bronze wheels forged and turning amidst blazing True Fire, atop the flames stood two small feet clad in Cloud Boots. Yin Tulong hovered in the air on top of the Wind and Fire Wheels, looking down on Jiang Li from a slightly elevated position with full authority.
