"Brother Li, look! There are lanterns in the sky!"
Everyone who heard the voice looked up at once. They saw small lights floating in mid-air, round paper globes undulating like jellyfish.
"Just Kongming Lanterns, nothing to fuss over," Li Huowang said as he lifted his bowl and took a sip of the extraordinarily delicious shrimp soup.
Kongming Lanterns, bearing various surnames like "Fu," "Miao," "Zhao," and "Li," slowly ascended toward the sky, blending with the speckled stars.
The people releasing the Kongming Lanterns wiped away their tears. It seemed to be a form of commemoration in Da Liang.
"Not just in the sky! Look, there are some over on that distant river too!"
On the great river running through Yinling City, sparkles of light also appeared, flickering among the flower boats.
"Da Liang really has a variety of customs," Li Huowang mumbled to himself as he looked at the Kongming Lanterns.
