No one responded to Ding Huan.
Everyone had a voice in their heart: Is this really a newcomer? Who are you kidding?
Ding Huan bent down, reached out and took Ao Bapi's ring, then hesitated for a long time as he looked at Ao Bapi's corpse, only then did he conjure a ball of True Fire.
The action was so clumsy, it was as if it was his first time doing such a thing.
Otherwise, why would it take so long to get a ring?
Who kills someone and takes the ring by hand? Wouldn't they just use their Immortal Essence to sweep it away?
The key was, Ding Huan's True Fire was truly weak; the flame burned for half a day and couldn't even burn off one of Ao Bapi's legs.
This was indeed normal, as Ding Huan was still in the Immortal Essence stage, and hadn't completed the conversion to Divine Essence.
Ding Huan smiled naively and walked back into the tavern.
Though Ding Huan seemed like a novice, no one dared to underestimate him anymore.
