Xiaoliu's three tender green leaves with golden rims trembled like a winnowing sieve in the cold wind, pointing toward the volcano. The sulfurous, scorched scent radiating from the leaf tips forcefully overpowered the icy, refreshing aura of the Cold Marrow Dew.
The Frost-Poison Holy Infant gave a start within the nebula of the elixir chamber, and the Wither-Bloom Star Malice Eye instantly ignited a pair of hungry, greenish ghost fires:
"Hiccup...! Sulfur hot pot?! Purple Flame Grass?! The freezing stuff just went down... and now something piping hot is here! Xiaojin! Charge! Head for the warm Flame Mountain!" (The infant babbled excitedly, its vine whip lashing the Rift-Slicing Falcon King's sea of consciousness until it ached).
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