When the rain fell on Bu Lige, it changed course as though it had struck an invisible barrier.
From afar, a transparent shield seemed to surround him.
Using spiritual energy to keep out the rain was also a form of training in controlling spiritual energy.
An ordinary Creation Fourth Rank cultivator could not use spiritual energy as effortlessly as Bu Lige to block such heavy rain.
Several consecutive days of rain had completely swept away the lingering summer heat from some time ago, and the weather had turned slightly cool.
There were few pedestrians on the streets in the early morning, and their clothing had changed somewhat as well—autumn attire in an otherworldly style.
The formerly dilapidated buildings around them had all been demolished, replaced by beautiful, exquisitely standardized houses.
It was clear that the Imperial Guards had carried out Ji Wuhui's construction orders with meticulous precision.
"Time really flies," Bu Lige murmured softly. His gaze finally settled on Yuan Gui's Shop ahead, where wisps of mist drifted through the rain curtain.
It seemed he had arrived a little early.
A smile appeared on his face as he quickened his pace.
"Boss Yuan, is it ready yet?" Bu Lige asked.
"Not quite. It still needs a little time," Yuan Gui replied.
He had a deep impression of Bu Lige, who came over so early every day.
"Come in and sit for a while," Yuan Gui said casually.
"Alright." Bu Lige nodded.
Passing through the mist rising from the steamers, he entered Yuan Gui's Shop.
To his surprise, he discovered that there seemed to be a faint fragrance in the shop.
Bu Lige sniffed, frowning as he pondered.
"This is... the fragrance of cherry blossoms!" Bu Lige's eyes lit up.
"That's right." Yuan Gui nodded, a trace of surprise mixed into