Zuo Guanglie muttered to himself, sighed, and said, "Go on.",The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,He danced with his fingers, summoning puppet ravens from the box. They flew out in a flurry, swarming towards the fireworks. Each raven extinguished a bloom of fire, but the fireworks seemed endless while the number of ravens dwindling.。