The night sky was gradually falling in Iron Fist Sect, where lights had just started to glow.
Lin Shang, prettier than any woman, pulled out a cylindrical object with a fuse attached and lit it with a lighter.
During this process, Zhou Tong and others were slightly stunned, as they didn't know what Lin Shang was up to.
But they soon found out.
From the cylindrical object, a firework shot straight up into the sky, different from ordinary fireworks—it was a signal flare!
The signal flare soared into the vast night sky and then exploded.
Around Iron Fist Sect, many people of unknown identity were lurking, all here for the same purpose.
"Look, it's a signal flare!"
"The Dragon Master is sending a signal!"
"Get those ten small missiles ready, and make sure not to miss, fire three first!"
"Understood!"
