287 The Same Nigh (2/2)

There was a well in the courtyard, with a bucket of water next to it. The starlight infiltrated the water but couldn't linger there.

Sangsang shook her head. ”Transparency has no color. Both darkness and brightness are all colors.”

The old man fell into silence as he slowly pondered her words, finding them to be reasonable. He vaguely thought her argument to be right and lamented that perhaps only truly pure people could realize the truth.

Sangsang continued, ”Young master once taught me that power was just power without any inclinations toward good or evil. He told me not to believe any sayings like ”one is born good or evil.'”

The old man looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but conviction and trust in them. His expression shifted, thinking that the young master she spoke of seemed to be an interesting person.

In his many visits to the Old Brush Pen Shop lately, he came to learn from Sangsang the many nonsensical sayings or epigraphs that young master had once mentioned. He became curious about how the young master could develop such a realistic and certain point of view, lamenting the young master's luck to have Sangsang to so unreasonably trust and rely on him.

”Since you're more interested in the power of Divine Skill, then let's give a try.”

With a smile, the old man stretched out his index finger and a flame of light appeared on his fingertip. There was no temperature to the white flame, but in the next moment the courtyard was enveloped with a dry aura and the flame quickly became heated.

”First, we have to perceive and condense the Haotian Divine Light on heaven and earth as we've done recently and ask it to radiate its heat and power beyond its light.”

The white flame of light floated down from the old man's fingers and fell on the wilted leaf that Sangsang had brushed off from her knees. Following a gentle sound, the leaf and the remainders of snow on it disappeared instantly without a trace.

Looking at the scene, Sangsang lowered her head to mull over it silently. When she looked up, she imitated the old man and stretched her index finger. A round and lovely flame of light carrying an impossibly high temperature showed on her fingertip.

The old man looked at the flame on her fingertip. Though he had experienced too many shocks from this little disciple of his these days, there were hints of exclamation and joyful satisfaction in his old eyes.

Did she really condensed the Haotian Divine Light with just a glance and actually used it after a second glance?

The old man was once praised as the most brilliant Great Divine Priest of Light after the legendary figure a thousand years ago. He was the person closest to Haotian in this world. However, he was well aware that he couldn't achieve that and that legendary figure wasn't able to either.

Sangsang looked at the flame on her fingertip, a hesitant look creeping onto her face. She seemed like she didn't know how to deal with it. She looked at the kitchen, the firewoods under the stove, and the water pot on it. She remembered she was preparing to boil water earlier. Her willow-shape eyes suddenly brightened as she gently flicked the flame on her fingertip into the stove.

That round flame floated into the stove and gently fell on the dry firewoods. The dry firewoods were instantly lit with a sizzle and started burning. Soon, there were strands of steam emerging from the water pot.

The flame that floated into the stove didn't burn the firewoods into smokes, indicating that the Divine Light condensed by Sangsang was much weaker than that of her master in terms of purity and power. But she showed not a single hint of frustration and smiled happily instead. She thought it was wonderful that she didn't have to waste any dry firewoods or the flame on her fingertip.

”Teacher, the hot water is ready. You can wash the dishes now.”

The old man stood up and clumsily rolled up his thick cotton sleeves as he walked toward the kitchen. Fortunately what he had was broth fish noodles and not chicken noodles. It would be much easier to wash it as the bowl would not be so oily.