The night had fallen. Zhang Tie found a pile of firewoods and put them in a deep mountain cave of a floating mountain in Mountains Plain. Then, Zhang Tie flicked his fingers and released a sparkle, lighting the pile of firewoods after a short while. The ablaze flame leaped in the mountain cave, making it bright at a stroke while eliminating the cold. Meanwhile, Zhang Tie's shadow was reflected on the maroon wall. With the leaping flame, Zhang Tie's shadow started to twist on the wall like changing faces, a performing skill in peking opera.
Zhang Tie watched the leaping flames attentively while squinting his eyes and sensing the warmth of the flame.
As for a person who had not seen such a natural and brilliant flame in Infinite Immortal Prison for over 80 years, he really enjoyed the reassuring warmth of the flame.
