Pop.
A lit lighter was gently tossed into the air.
Whoosh, the flame quickly ignited the entire frame, beginning to scorch the cloth wrapped around it.
The white cloth turned a scorched yellow, then black, twisted, and hardened.
Li Chengyi stood silently by, not uttering a word, just quietly watching the scene unfold.
The wind on the rooftop skewed the burning flame slightly.
The yellow flame nearly reached his boots, and he had to step back to avoid the flames.
"Is it okay like this now?" he sighed, asking in a deep voice.
No one answered.
Li Chengyi frowned slightly and looked up.
"Hmm? Where's Zhong Ying?!"
Suddenly, he realized with horror that Zhong Ying, who had just been standing opposite him, had now vanished without a sound or trace.
No movements, no noise—Zhong Ying, who had been igniting the frame just a minute ago, had now disappeared so abruptly?
And none of the others had noticed her absence; they were still forming a circle.
