And it was under this kind of pull that Little Flame once again felt an indescribable attraction.
Only, although it was extremely alluring, within this attraction there was a certain sense of unfamiliarity with its own body.
This feeling, the little guy seemed to vaguely understand: precisely because, in this smelting process, the flames that formed were not being driven by it.
In other words, this thing belonged solely to Little Crow.
But why?
Why did this thing exert such a strong pull on it?
Ever since it was born, it had never felt that anything could attract it like this.
What exactly was that thing that was about to be born?
The simple thoughts in the consciousness of the little Fire Sprout were something Su Ping paid no mind to.
Seeing this scene, he also let out a slight breath.
In truth, the cultivation of this Fire Seed looked simple, but in reality there were more than a few pits hidden in it.
