Feng Tianlan regarded the display of fireworks with a frown. Knocking her chair aside, she exclaimed, "Self-combustion of spiritual force!"
"Self-combustion?" Xi Lin panicked, thinking someone was about to self-combust in their vicinity. Hurriedly, she retreated into the house while calling out, "Wang'er!"
Feng Tianlan's figure flashed. Under the aurora of lights exploding in the air, she headed towards the epicentre of the explosion. Feng Tianlan was intimately familiar with the signs indicating a self-combustion. It was what happened to Chen Xinlu, after all.
Not long after, Feng Tianlan stood before the ruins of what was once an elegant pair of peony doors. Flesh, blood and the sight of dismembered corpses littered the site of the explosion. It was a gruesome scene of carnage. The force of the explosion had been so great that it reduced its immediate surroundings into a fine white powder. Only those buildings some ways away remained standing.
