Chapter 288: The Wonders of the Celestial Seeds and a Letter from the Temple
The weather on the grasslands could change in the blink of an eye.
The morning had been pleasant, with clear skies and sunlight. By noon, however, the distant horizon was covered by a mass of dark clouds, heavy and oppressive, as though they hung just above one’s head, casting vast shadows across the land. By afternoon, fierce winds swept through, bending the wild grass outside the city and sending yellow dust swirling through the streets within.
Song You stood atop the city wall, gazing into the distance.
The vastness of the heavens and earth stretched before him. The wind swept unhindered across the plains, and even the tattered scraps of cloth carried aloft seemed carefree and unbound.
A sight one could never witness in the south.
The Daoist stood watching for a long time.
It wasn’t until the calico cat’s voice came from beside him, “The clouds over there look like they’re about to fall.”
“They do.”
“Why are the clouds so low here?”