The second day of the second lunar month, when the dragon raised its head, was the Spring Plowing Festival.
The great affairs of a nation lay in sacrifice and war. Every Spring Plowing Festival, the state held sacrifices, praying for favorable winds and rains and abundant harvests throughout the year.
In previous years, such an important occasion had been presided over either by True Master Zhang or the Director of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau.
This year, Pan Yun had presided over it.
But aside from the state sacrifice, the Celestial Master's Mansion also held its annual rites on Mount Longhu without fail.
Daoist temples elsewhere mostly followed suit, which was why Mount Longhu began its term only after the second lunar month.
How could they not hold sacrifices?
Pan Yun was no longer dizzy. She reined in the vital energy around her, suppressing all her power within her Dantian, and stepped into the barrier like an ordinary person.
Sure enough, she actually stepped through it.
Pan Yun let out a breath of relief and, once inside, flew toward Mount Longhu.
She did not even dare use the Three Treasures Cauldron or fly on her sword. Instead, she ran wildly down the road on her own two legs, using lightness skill.
Half an hour later, she entered Shangqing Town.
After the second day of the second lunar month, the busy farming season began. Everyone was hard at work in the fields, and there were few people on the streets.
Moreover, Mount Longhu had not yet begun its term, so there were even fewer people on the streets.
The shops were still open as usual, but apart from the shopkeepers and clerks, there was not a single customer.
Thus, when Pan Yun suddenly flew into the main street, tapped the archway with