Shen Qing did not answer; instead, she crouched down to pick up the bag of saltpeter he had dropped.
As the Blue Flower brushed against her fingertips, its leaves unfurled. Its juices mixed with the melted snow and seeped into the saltpeter powder, causing the dull, dark dust to gradually take on a pearlescent sheen.
She packed the prepared paste into a discarded clay stove and ignited some dry grass with flint.
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