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Three months passed in a flash.
After a bout of spring rain, Jiuhe City, sprawling over thousands of acres, finally acquired a touch of antiquity.
Yet it still revealed its nature as a newly built city.
Yao Yi sat in the tallest pavilion on the city wall, positioned by the window, ever-watchful of his surroundings.
It was not the enemy he was guarding against, but the rain.
Spring rains were persistent, once they began, they could last for days.
He glanced at the command on the table and relayed today's instructions, "The Lord commands, no rain today!"
"As soon as any rain clouds appear, disperse them quickly!"
Upon receiving the order, the others hurriedly went to prepare.
This Yao Yi was the youth Chen Qing had previously spotted while patrolling the surroundings.
Ultimately, when faced with Chen Qing's grand army, he chose to surrender.
