The incense's red tip finally touched the fine fuse.
With a soft hiss, the fuse ignited a spark, quickly spreading.
Immediately afterward, that strand of "Dripping Gold" burst into a cluster of dazzling white incandescence with golden flames.
It was not a momentary thunderous boom; the golden sparks surged upward, and the falling sparks cascaded down like suspended waterfalls, continuously flowing...
They were like the reversed star rivers of summer nights, emitting a fine, joyful sizzling sound, and sketching a scene before her.
The brilliance was so near, almost within reach, illuminating her slightly pale cheeks with flashes, her eyes reflecting the dancing golden points.
In this almost unreal stunning light and shadow, Lin Wanxiao felt a bewildering moment.
How many years has it been... since she last ignited such things up close and personal?
