บท 242: The Scent of the Master

Holding his pet, Ling Pingan finally found a spot in a corner of the fireworks display area.

He raised his head and looked at the fireworks that were shooting into the sky and exploding in the night sky from the nearby fireworks display area.

He had to admit that the fireworks needed to be seen up close to feel their amazingness.

From a distance, they could only see the pattern of the fireworks. They couldn't hear the shooting sound of the firework, nor could they smell the smoke of the fireworks. It was almost meaningless.

"The scale of this year's Teachers' day fireworks is even larger than the previous years!" Ling Pingan looked at the fireworks that exploded in the air and turned into beautiful patterns and magical characters. He sighed softly. "That's right... this year is an election year... all aspects are starting to become active..."

The general election wasn't as simple as changing the central federal government.