"Xing Suanzi!"
Ye Baici held an oil lamp, flames sputtering from its wick in all directions, turning the Jile Workshop into a sea of fire.
She roared:
"Do you remember the Ye Family of Yidu, from thirty years ago?"
BOOM!
The Fierce Flames raged.
Screams and wails echoed endlessly from within the Jile Workshop.
The patrons who had come for pleasure fled outside in a panic, pushing and shoving one another in a chaotic scramble.
Compared to the panicked patrons, the women of the Jile Workshop turned pale in the face of the surging Fierce Flames, even forgetting to flee.
WHOOSH...
The Fierce Flames swept over them.
One after another, the pretty, charming, and alluring women shrieked as their bodies were swiftly engulfed in fire.
It was as if what was burning wasn't human, but...
Paper!
Papermen!
Most of the women in the Jile Workshop were illusions created by Magic; the flames instantly burned them away, revealing their true forms.
