Little Qingdou held her sword hand and gave it a fierce shake.
A ribbon-like flame instantly swirled around her, making her so excited that she called out, "Uncle Wine Gourd, I can use fire now, I can use fire!"
She pointed forward, and the flame flew out like a bolt, striking the waterfall ahead.
The scorching flames met the water and instantly cut off a meter-wide stream, causing billowing mist to rise into the air.
She used to be able to conjure fire, but it was intermittent and chaotic, usually out of her control.
Sometimes, after releasing one flame, she found it difficult to produce a second.
But now, the flame could be controlled at will, burning wherever she wanted for as long as she wished.
However, this thing consumed quite a bit of Essential Qi, and within moments, her little face turned pale.
She dared not play anymore and hurriedly withdrew the flame, happily grabbing the hand of the Daoist in the azure robe, laughing continuously.
