This kind of flower lantern is no longer something an ordinary mortal craftsman can create.
She smiled and said, "Alright." She picked up a lotus lamp, pulled out the silk paper strip from the candle's core, and naturally, someone beside her handed her a brush saturated with vermillion. She glanced slightly at Huangfuming, who immediately turned his gaze away and did not use his Divine Thought to spy on her.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ning Xiaoxian quickly wrote on the silk strip, then carefully blew the ink dry, rolled it back into a bundle, and tucked it back into the candle's core.
Next, Huangfuming followed suit, writing on his silk paper and hiding it in the lotus lamp.
