Chen Xu exerted his mana and pressed the wine jar down through the air.
The soft, young voice on the cliff continued babbling, "Quick, release those sword insects, you don't know, if the sword insects die, all the Jade Needle Grass will die too.
If all the Jade Needle Grass dies, then everyone would have no way to obtain this Spiritual Medicine again.
Moreover, those sword insects are very dangerous, if they break through the wine jar, you'll be in trouble..."
Before the words finished, Chen Xu blew lightly onto the wine jar.
Then an orange-red flame leaped and landed around the wine jar.
In a moment, the soft flames swayed and grew.
Hulala——
The soft, young voice on the cliff didn't know that as the flame heated the wine jar, the sword insects inside, which were still colliding, began to slowly cease their assault.
