"Snap~ Snap~ Snap!"
The clashing sounds of the Fire Knife and Fire Stone echoed amidst the rocks, as sparks scattered bit by bit.
This was a truly laborious task; lighting a fire was incredibly difficult when one only had dry grass and no oily tinder. Zhao Changhe had never imagined that someday he would complain about Xia Longyuan in this respect: "You've unified the entire realm for so many years, yet haven't even managed to come up with a lighter! The shame of a transmigrator!"
But then he thought, even if a lighter were invented, it would be toast in the water, perhaps even less effective than the Fire Knife and Fire Stone... So he resigned himself to keep striking.
Finally, the fire caught, and Zhao Changhe ecstatically stuffed other dry branches and twigs in. In no time at all, a warm bonfire had taken shape in the middle of the rocks.
The space was windless, and the fire stable. Zhao Changhe leaped up in joy, grinning like a child.
