Mo Si Huang held the herbs and vanished into the darkness. He stood amidst the shadows and retrieved an exquisitely crafted lighter from his left pocket.
"Emperor Mo, last time you gave me your lighter, so I'm giving you this one as a replacement." Mu Qingmei's laughter suddenly echoed in his mind.
This was given by Mu Qingmei.
Mo Si Huang's fingertip gently pressed the button on the lighter. In the silent night sky, a soft click whispered, and a tiny flame flickered, fragile in the autumn breeze.
Mo Si Huang remained silent for a long time, watching the autumn wind extinguish the tiny flame. His fingertip pressed again, sparking the lighter anew, repeating this cycle tirelessly.
After more than twenty attempts, Mo Si Huang placed the tightly clenched herbs from his left hand onto the small flame of the lighter. In his obsidian-like eyes, the scene of ignition reflected.
