Standing Firm Alone

Liuyun City, the heartland of Bai Zhan Chamber of Commerce, Bai Zhan settled Fang Ying in the most central mansion.

The spacious room exuded a classical atmosphere, with casually arranged wooden furniture and a luxurious bed crafted entirely from jade, emanating the scent of wealth from every corner.

Fang Ying lay silently on the jade bed, with Bai Zhan and Ji Mo standing beside her, their expressions filled with concern.

"Bai Zhan, does the chamber of commerce have any fire seeds?" Fang Xiu inquired.

"We have a fairy spirit of the Blue Flame Serpent. I'm not sure if there's a fire seed inside," Bai Zhan casually flipped and produced a blue-colored fairy spirit.

The fairy spirit, the size of a fist, emitted blue light waves inside, exuding a fiery heat.

As the chamber of commerce leader, Bai Zhan had a wealth of treasures and a broader knowledge base than Fang Xiu.

While the term "fire seed" was new to Fang Xiu, Bai Zhan was familiar with its meaning.