"Wow!" Wei Naijia almost couldn't help but applaud. This little trick of conjuring flames out of thin air and letting them burn silently would be seen as an immortal-like ability by normal people.
"So amazing, Taoist, with your ability, no matter how many zombies come, it's nothing to worry about." Wei Naijia's eyes were full of admiration, making Taoist Xuan Ji quite embarrassed.
"This is actually nothing. My ability is limited; the zombies I can deal with are just ordinary ones. This friend Ye here is truly exceptional—his abilities, even if the Zombie King came, would still only end in a hasty retreat." Taoist Xuan Ji's old face turned slightly red from such praise.
He well knew his own strength. Compared to Ye Tian, his strength was like a minor wizard before a great sorcerer; being able to hide behind Ye Tian and launch sneak attacks was already commendable. If he were to charge head-on, this old bones of his couldn't withstand much of a beating.
