Those Who Wish to Turn Back the Falling Sky, Please Rise

Luopo Mountain, and by evening the sky threatened snow.

Zhu Lian was exceedingly fond of literary flourishes.

Rain had scarcely cleared before it rained again; clear, then rain, then neither clear nor rain before snow returned. The sights of my homeland were the most singular and wondrous.

Today, Zhu Lian and Zheng Dafeng played chess while blaming each other. Zhu Lian blamed Brother Dafeng for having eyes that were far too upright, scaring off Immortal Maiden Huang Ting. Zheng Dafeng blamed the old cook's mediocre craftsmanship for failing to keep the immortal maiden, causing Luopo Mountain to lose a registered worshipper who was a Nascent Soul sword cultivator for nothing. The sin was immense, so Zhu Lian had to hand over several treasured Books of Immortals for Zheng Dafeng to safeguard on his behalf.

Wei Bo sat beside them, unable to understand what the two still had to argue about after all this time.

Then he thought it over and understood. Was it because that female Taoist, Huang Ting, had been beautiful enough?

Zhu Lian looked toward Wei Bo and asked with a smile, "I heard you'll soon be hurrying to the capital to have an audience with the Emperor Master, to see whether you can mooch some Dragon Qi to toss into the blessed land. Now that is what it means to travel with purpose."

Zheng Dafeng chimed in, "Indeed. A Mountain Lord cannot always just freeload, watching chess without lifting a finger."

Wei Bo was helpless. By now, the name of the Northern Sacred Mountain Lord had spread all the way to Northern Juluzhou. He was the sort that would not let even a passing wild hen leave without laying an egg.

Still, it had not all been for nothing. After several thousand Valley Rain Coins had been