Facing Pei Yan's question, Liu Xiantong didn't say much. He stretched out his hand to take the lighter from Pei Yan and waved it in front of him before returning it to his hand and starting to smoke.
Pei Yan looked down at the lighter in his hand, then glanced at Liu Xiantong, his curiosity growing stronger, and asked in astonishment, "A lighter? You cultivators still use this thing?"
"Who said we used it! We cultivators certainly don't need it, but what about those mortals!" Saying this, Liu Xiantong stretched out his fingers and counted them: "You see, like a hand-cranked flashlight, a lighter, glass products, kerosene lamps, and sundry goods."
