Feng Hao couldn't be bothered with Three-second Fire, instead focusing on meticulously exploring every corner of the camp.
To his disappointment, a thorough search yielded no sign of Sun Yaowen or Miao Feng. It seemed the Root Cutting Sect had more than just this one camp.
"So, we've pretty much scouted the terrain. What's next?" Three-second Fire asked curiously.
Feng Hao gave a cold smile, gritting his teeth. "Of course, we're going to light a fire in their rear to relieve some of the pressure on the city."
"Light a fire?" Three-second Fire was stunned, hastily shaking its head. "Don't you go counting on me for that. This fire seed can't even start a proper fire."
"Shoo, shoo. I wasn't counting on you in the first place," Feng Hao said, exasperated.
"Then how are you going to light a fire? Ordinary flames are useless; any water-based Secret Technique can put them out," Three-second Fire said, confused.
