The deer cried yoo-yoo, feeding on wild duckweed. My heart lingered longingly, for the green collars.
If thoughts held no evil, how were love between man and woman and seeking the Dao in the mountains any different?
"Sir, this rain felt rather different."
Ning Ji caught up to Chen Ping'an. He had not brought an umbrella when leaving home. Senior Brother Zhao Shu Xia was generally the first to head to the village school at the source, where he prepared breakfast.
He had not expected rain halfway there. Fortunately, after only a few steps, he encountered Sir, who seemed to have foreseen this torrential rain before leaving home. Sir's learning truly plumbed heaven and man.
The young man's gaze was keen and bright.
This was the finest aptitude for cultivation.
Perhaps even the Qi observers of the Imperial Observatories in all the nations of Vast Heaven and Earth could not see the sight reflected in the young man's eyes.
Yet in Chen Ping'an's eyes, every raindrop in this downpour, destined to continue for several days without end, was a golden character containing Dao qi.
Where there was scattered Dao, there was Dao attained.
Yet whether the "rain-catching" preparations of the world, particularly those of the foremost sects, using all manner of formations and methods, would have any effect—and what that effect might be—remained unverified for now.
Perhaps they could only wait until the rain stopped, or even for decades or centuries after it stopped, before obtaining gradual proof through great and small opportunities in Dao methods.
The only exception was likely those great cultivators who had already touched the bottleneck at the "high place of heaven." Only that tiny handful of figures at the mountaintop could gain a comparatively direct observation of the Dao.
Surely many far-sighted great cultivators of