A Game

"Your Creation?"

Tian Xie Zi turned around and with brightly shining eyes, he looked at Su Ming, who may have been tired, but whose eyes were as calm as still water.

He looked at his fourth disciple and waited for his answer.

"Master, this is my Creation," Su Ming looked towards the direction of Lizard Shaman Tribe and stated slowly.

"I don’t really understand eldest senior brother’s Creation, but I can tell that the skill he is training with is the fusion of ice and fire. Ice is cold, and fire is hot. They are like two complete opposites, and the fusion of these two defies common sense, making it difficult for others to understand it.

"Yet if he is successful in fusing two elements that contradict each other, then he’ll be able to clear his mind. This is eldest senior brother’s Creation." Su Ming averted his gaze from Lizard Shaman Tribe and looked at Tian Xie Zi.

Tian Xie Zi remained silent for a moment before he met Su Ming’s gaze.