"The wind tonight is quite noisy."
True Master Jun Shan tilted his head back and squinted, speaking contentedly.
Ying City was a fine little town. Small towns often have a quiet charm, but it's rare to find one with such a lively atmosphere. The sudden rain from the Capital City finally ceased in the latter half of the night; lights were lit in the streets and alleys of Ying City. Many young men and women went out with umbrellas in pairs. The lake outside the city had many sleepless visitors, some of whom lit lanterns. Standing on the lakeside, one could see the reflection of the entire Ying City, along with the twinkling fireworks.
Xie Xuanyi, holding his "spring breeze umbrella," stood with Deng Baiyi and Jun Shan by the lakeside.
The combination of the three was quite strange.
Young men and women, along with an old-looking Taoist-robed child.
"It is rather noisy."
Xie Xuanyi looked up and indifferently said, "I thought this rain would continue."
