This courtyard, once inhabited by Wang Tiance, had always been kept clean by Zhou Fengyue. Under the large camphor tree, on a stone table sat a pot and two jade cups. The moment Li Qidao arrived in Heaven Capital City and had been ailing for three days, he brazenly skipped the early court session to accompany him drinking here.
Perhaps Zhou Fengyue was too devoted to watching the tender leaves, which prompted Li Qidao to laugh and say, "It's almost summer, how can you call this the start of spring?"
"You old timer, you've reached that age where your mind is not so sharp anymore. It wouldn't surprise me one bit if you croaked one of these days."
The old man withdrew his gaze, ignoring Li Qidao's jest, and simply said:
"This place knows no summer, yet Heavenly Mountain is still covered in white snow, devoid of a hint of green, and the great city of the north may not even have a few blossoms."
"When I say it's the start of spring, I mean the spring of the world."
