Chapter 441 (1): Birds Wiped Out in the Ice Cave
Even Zhang Ye, someone who had lived in Bamboo Scroll Lake for a long time, hadn't imagined that today's snow would be so heavy and last for so long.
Such was the ferocity of the snow that it appeared as if Bamboo Scroll Lake were about to rise by an entire foot.
Heavy snow was a good omen signifying bountiful harvests for the following year.
This wasn't merely a saying in the mortal world, and it was also spoken by the tens of thousands of vagrant cultivators of Bamboo Scroll Lake. Rain, snow, and morning dew were regarded as water without root, and it was naturally the case that more of this water would be beneficial to the spiritual energy and water fortune of Bamboo Scroll Lake.
Every single island wished that this heavy snow was falling on them. After all, what fell on them wouldn't be snowflakes, but rather piles upon piles of snowflake coins.
In reality, many earth immortals had already soared into the sky and cast all kinds of mystical abilities, using their powerful techniques to grab tangible benefits for their islands.
The winter solstice was here, and according to the customs of Chen Ping'an's hometown, the Spring Courtyard Mansion wrapped some dumplings for this day.
Two days prior to the winter solstice, the small catfish was finally able to suppress its wounds and secretly return to shore. And today, it was instructed by Gu Can to head over to invite Chen Ping'an to the Spring Courtyard Mansion to enjoy some dumplings. While issuing this instruction, Gu Can was busy making preparations with his mom in the kitchen. This was a kitchen that was bigger than the ancestral residences of Chen Ping'an and Gu Can added together.
The small catfish was feeling very curious as it made its way over to Chen Ping'an's place. Gu Can had said that Chen Ping'an might hand something over to it, so what might this item be?
It had heard about Chen Ping'an being holed up in his place for the past ten days, almost never setting a single foot outside his door. Chen Ping'an had occasionally opened his door, but only to take a few glances at the snow blanketing Bamboo Scroll Lake. This was completely different from how he had previously wandered around Bamboo Scroll Lake.
The small catfish was still slightly afraid of Chen Ping'an.