"My flames…" Beiting Huang raised her eyebrows and smiled. She looked up at the stands where Guan Yang, the Green Concubine, and the others were sitting, making the latter's heart tremble violently. How did he see them? Before they could think about it, she heard Beiting Huang continue, "I believe everyone is familiar with them!"
As soon as she finished speaking, flames that flickered with nine colors under the sunlight rose from under her feet. There were no words to describe how beautiful they were. The red sun in the sky was not as dazzling as these flames. Layers of lotus petals supported Beiting Huang, making her feel as if he was standing on a nine-colored lotus platform. The lotus platform spun gently under her feet, and the black-robed young person stood on it like a god. Her divine might appeared, making people not dare to look at her.
