The wildfire sparked by the Golden Tree burned fiercely. Even though it was a two or three days' walk from here to Qinghe City, the terrible blaze turned the sky a dark red, making it look like a beautiful sunset at noon to the people of Qinghe City.
Because the fire continued to burn, in this midsummer season, the usually cool and eerie forest was now blazing hot.
The fire hadn't reached us, but the heat kept coming.
Perhaps sensing the threat of the wildfire, swarms of insects were flying south, sometimes darkening the sky, resembling an apocalyptic scene.
Feng Ling'er couldn't help but ask, "Will this fire spread to Qinghe City?"
The Murong brothers replied, "Who knows about this mountain fire? Once it starts, we can only wait for it to burn out by itself. Pity those beautiful girls from the village, they're probably gone."
