Chapter 93

"BOW TO ME!"

"No matter how hard the wind howls,

The mountain will never bow

To it."

~Mulan

I infuse the wood with flames. The crackle-pop sound of wood as it burns resonates on the cliff edge. I can see the bright golden fire peek out from cracks it made, the sight is mesmerizing, and I can't seem to tear my eyes away from it.

Tiny particles filled with my spiritual qi float into the air, it's so transparent that only people with high mental fortitude can see it with plain eyes. It kind of resembles mini rain drops attached to a long thin brown object. Most likely the wood element.