Clack, clack, clack!0

The sound of steel striking flint echoed among the rocks, sparks scattering with every strike.0

It was a very laborious task to start a fire, especially without any proper tinder and only some dry grass. Zhao Changhe never thought that he would one day criticize Xia Longyuan for something like this.0

You’ve managed to establish such a large empire and rule over it for so many years, yet you haven’t even managed to produce a goddamn lighter?! You’re a disgrace to all transmigrators!3

But upon further thought, he realized that a lighter would have probably been ruined in the water anyway, so perhaps the flint and steel were indeed a bit more reliable anyway. As that thought flashed through his mind, he continued striking.2

Soon, he finally managed to start a fire. Zhao Changhe was ecstatic as he quickly placed some of the dry branches he gathered on top. Before long, a warm campfire formed among the stones.0

The space was windless, allowing the fire to burn steadily. Zhao Changhe jumped up joyfully, laughing like a child.0

Yue Hongling, naked, peeked...0