The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,He danced with his fingers, summoning puppet ravens from the box. They flew out in a flurry, swarming towards the fireworks. Each raven extinguished a bloom of fire, but the fireworks seemed endless while the number of ravens dwindling.。