Chapter 541: A Drop of Water Becomes a Lake
By late morning, the foot of Mount Huayan was swarming with people, moving like lines of ants.
“Sir, are you not continuing your journey?”
The merchant, his voice weak with exhaustion, stood beside Song You, casting him a questioning glance. When he saw that Song You did not respond, he finally spoke, “I will leave in a few days.”
The Daoist turned his head, looking over the weary refugees around him. Then, he glanced up at the sky, where the sun grew increasingly scorching.
This place was far drier than Shazhou.
Even if rain were to fall here, it would take more than a hundred days to make a real difference. And with the land’s inability to retain water—lacking both the proper terrain and sufficient inhabitants—one rainfall would be of little use. The water wouldn’t even last a day before disappearing.
Fortunately, he had another way.
“Then at least move to the back,” the merchant suggested. “There are shaded spots there. If you stay here under the sun, you'll dry up like a corpse in no time.”
“I have Daoist cultivation. The heat does not affect me,” Song You replied with a gentle smile, looking up at him. “This place is fine. I will sit here. It’s the perfect spot to attune myself to the spiritual resonance of this land.”
“...”
“You should not linger here for too long,” Song You continued, speaking as if he had all the time in the world, unconcerned about how many words it would take to persuade him.