Ye Feng's deerskin short boots crushed the ice shards scattered across the ground. Stopping some thirty feet away from his own warehouse, a wave of heat mixed with a scorched smell hit him directly in the face, instantly crisping his curled bangs. Golden-red tongues of flame licked at the night sky, turning the accumulated snow within a hundred-meter radius into a swirling white mist.
"Well, what a crematorium setup..." he wryly brushed a spark off his shoulder. The flour and frosting stored inside the warehouse had probably already turned to charcoal. The hurried footsteps of the residents drifted in the wind, the clatter of wooden buckets blending together with the splashing of water into a chaotic noise.
Just as he was about to join the fire-fighting ranks, his pupils suddenly contracted—amidst the soaring flames, a flash of snowy white was faintly dancing. It was a girl curled up with her knees hugged to her chest, the waves of flame weaving a golden-red gauze around her, yet failing to scorch even a single corner of her clothes.
Chapter 34