Letters of thanks and positive reviews emerged endlessly; the entire game experience could only be described as if someone had cheated, turning any account of the experience into an exceptionally exhilarating narrative, the kind that thrilled from beginning to end.
And beneath the angelic stream, there were all sorts of variants, like dark then light, light then dark, and both dark and light combined.
Each style corresponded with a different ideological inclination, which made Fang Cheng feel that players seemed to enjoy dabbling in ideological politics, even within the game.
With another sigh, Fang Cheng instructed Huang Ping to continue working, while he himself leaned back in his chair, observing the Dustfire.
This time, it really happened too fast.
This instance of Dustfire was the most chaotically colored yet, with flames of all colors fighting endlessly among themselves. Each color tried to outdo the others, but none could succeed.
