Last night's fireworks display caught the attention of the entire city. Others didn't know the reason, but Lin Helin did—it was to celebrate the birthday of the Ningzhou Iron Cavalry's Commander. Even so, he found it somewhat unbelievable.
The Ningzhou Iron Cavalry was so impoverished that Ting Feng had already begun scrounging for food and borrowing money. Yet, they still managed to spare funds for Xie Xun to launch such fleeting fireworks. To Lin Helin, such transient beauty was the most useless thing.
However, the citizens of Jiaozhou City seemed quite delighted; even in the dead of night, many lingered in the streets to admire the spectacle.
Xue Yu remarked that it had been a long, long time since the Twelve Provinces had witnessed such a scene of splendor.
