The heavy rain over Listening Sea Lake did not end until two days later, followed by nearly a month of soft, drizzling rain.
Mist drifted across the lake's surface, pavilions and terraces stood upon the islands, all hazy and ethereal, like nowhere in the mortal world.
Feng Ya Ya had fallen asleep again. No one knew what was wrong with the little girl—she would go four or five days without sleeping, then sleep for another four or five days straight.
This past month, Su He had lived quite a fulfilling life: completing missions and attending lessons.
His precarious turtle existence had come to an end. Only this past month had he truly adapted to life in Azure Origin, and the Azure Origin disciples had gradually grown accustomed to a divine beast roaming the sect. The only one who had not adapted was Aunt Qiu of Tranquil Peace Hall.
Over the past month, her broken-gong voice had nearly been trained into a Lion's Roar Skill. Though she was a mortal, she possessed astonishing strength. One blow from her iron ladle could make Su He Turtle's shell ring like a great bell.
It could be heard clearly even ten miles away.
Now, whenever Azure Origin disciples heard the bell, they knew Tranquil Peace Hall had made something delicious again.
Aunt Qiu had someone lodge a complaint with Old Daoist Ge, who flew into a rage and gave Su He a thorough dressing-down.
That turtle bastard had stolen food from Tranquil Peace Hall for an entire month, yet had never once shown him any filial respect! Old Daoist Ge had been exceedingly busy this month. Setting aside his secret investigation into the Sect Leader, the seventh day of the seventh month was only two months away. The fine wines, immortal brews, treasures, and