"Beautiful," Ling Yue exclaimed as the sky over the Heavenly Realm was no longer dark; it was now a sea of shimmering gold. Thousands of lanterns hung in the air, waiting for the signal to be released.
Ling Yue held his lantern carefully. The delicate paper felt warm against his palms, and the brush in his hand trembled slightly as he finished writing his wish: "I wish to stay by Han Junhui's side until I can find a way out of this story." Those were his wishes, and they were genuine—precisely what he wanted.
"Ready? One... two... three!" Bai Lu shouted, his voice bursting with joy. "Let's go, Flower Crew!"
All at once, the group released their lanterns.
Ling Yue watched as he drifted upward, a small, flickering light joining a million others. The sight was breathtaking—a river of fire flowing toward the stars. The crowd erupted into applause, the sound of thousands of people clapping echoing off the stone bridges and throughout the realm.
