December 4th, Thursday.
Clear skies.
Although it was just dawn, the gradually rising sun dispelled the dense darkness and drove away the cool evening breeze.
A cloudless sky, the air was dry and hot, the heat waves scorching.
Chen Yuan stood at the foot of Flame Mountain, lifted his head, squinted his eyes, and against the brilliant sunshine, he could see the blazing flames burning at the mountain summit, one after another, just like before.
Standing at the mountain foot, only then could one clearly realize the grandeur of the mountain fire at Flame Mountain, whose awe-inspiring extent could not be compared to an erupting volcanic fire.
The erupting mountain fire was merely the tip of the iceberg of the summit fire.
After a night's rest, Spark's injuries had completely healed, and she was in an unprecedentedly good state, her eyes shining brightly, her gently flapping wings revealing her current excitement.
