A drop of fire.
A drop of fire from heaven.
Why is it a drop?
In the eyes of people, there is only that drop of fire, like water and threads, like a wisp of cloud and fog, ethereal and yet solid. Zhou Li holds it quietly and silently in his hand.
The sword blade stains the Heavenly Gate, the sword tip carries the momentum to tear apart the vast land. At this moment, Shangguan Hong seems to be the sky falling into the sea, covering clouds, avoiding the moon, everything is enveloped by that exquisite sword intent.
But he just took a drop of fire, why is he standing still?
"Can you describe what kind of drop of fire this is?"
Jiang Li sits in the wind, asking softly.
Zhuge Family's woman wielding the fire image, can you see what kind of flame this is?
"It's not heavenly fire, nor is it divine fire."
