A month passed swiftly, and it was already the fifteenth of the month.
On the Huan River Water Continent, countless lights floated up, dazzling like stars, glowing like a furnace, resembling vibrant fireworks, surrounding the eighteen islands. The clear water mirrored the Radiant Light, as if a silver river were pouring down, surging into the river, endlessly washing the pebbles on the banks, producing a rushing wave sound.
On the main island stood a magnificent palace with jade railings and pearl balustrades. Under the flying eaves hung a thousand red lanterns, and in front of the hall, a pond several acres wide was carved out. Countless colorful candles lined both sides, their flames flickering like tiny beans, with a ghostly glow.
