Balls of fire were dancing in the wind outside the camp of the Glory Army.
The crimson flames were flying like butterflies, as though to congratulate the attention-grabbing wedding in the Northern Song. The flames added a different kind of beauty to that place. In particular, the peculiar firelight was dazzling. It danced in the void in silence, like the deadly but inviting flowers in heaven.
"That's... Whoa, how amazing the fireworks are!" exclaimed Du Lvji, the Dominating Spear, Head of the Iron Spear Sect.
Many experts of the Jianghu factions looked intoxicated as well.
"Are the beautiful fireworks specially prepared for Lord Jin's wedding?"
Only Xuan Chengzi from Mount Qingcheng, Chief Head of the Heavenly 36 Waterside Citadels, and a few others looked astounded and fearful,
