"Probably? I'm not too sure either. Why don't you set one off and see?"
Wushan thought, Even if I don't set it off now, I'll probably have to someday. Rather than wait for that bastard Cheng Wei to come knocking himself, I might as well see what trick is hidden inside first.
"Set it off! Set off a big one!"
The fireworks had been made in the shape of talismans, layered with basic spatial mustard seeds. They were easy to carry and even easier to activate; all it took was spiritual power to ignite them, allowing for rapid-fire, instant release. Bian Chunchou had designed them specifically for the continuity of the story.
"Bang—"
When the first firework exploded above the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect, draconic pressure instantly spread through the air. Not only did an enormous dragon soar across the heavens, but there even seemed to be the faint echo of a dragon's roar.
No exaggeration, no lies—aside from the disciples in seclusion, everyone else had been frightened out of their cave dwellings.
What the hell had that been just now?!
Somewhat unexpectedly, the Divine Dragon in the sky was magnificently poised and awe-inspiring, yet the pressure it carried was extraordinarily... calm and gentle. Like blazing fire wrapped beneath seawater, it was intense without being overbearing. If he had not recognized Cheng Wei's dragon aura at a glance, Wushan truly might have thought—
Fine, impossible. There was absolutely no idiot under heaven who would impersonate that broken dragon!
"Wow, that's spectacular!"
"Jun Zhaoying, you brought him this kind of thing. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Conscience? Jun Zhaoying felt around for it. It was actually fine—no pain response whatsoever. She just hadn't expected Cheng Wei to be rather narcissistic. "Isn't this great? With fireworks blooming so extravagantly, I'm sure that before half