Countless flowers converged into fountains, erupting like volcanic lava, surging in rows within the expansive flower field in front of the Brunei Main Temple, then bursting into a downpour of blossoms in the air.
At the four corners of the city, atop towering fiery towers, those metal mirror shields specially used to reflect flames all focused their gaze on this spot at this moment.
The wind breezed by nonchalantly.
It carried a touch of frivolity, teasing the flowers it enveloped, and together they fell.
Liu Zhenhan's stance resembled that of a super great magician with snowy white beard, who with every powerful hand gesture caused the flower field before the temple to erupt skyward like subterranean oil uncovered.
If there is a spectacle, this is the most magnificent spectacle in the world!
