After the Spirit Rain fell, the mountains turned lush and green. Feng Ying and Rain stood beneath Dripping Rock, gazing out over the valley.
"So beautiful. What a pity there's no good wine."
Neither of them knew how to compose poetry, and in these Chaotic Times, wine cost even more dearly.
Feng Ying remembered the lake and fishing village after the rain. Clouds and mist lingered halfway up the mountain, while the grass and trees shone emerald green. Once the skies cleared, small moths would gather and dance just above the water's surface. Fish with pectoral fins like flying wings would leap from the lake, swiftly skim through the swarms of moths, and occasionally even fly into the wooden boats.
"One Spirit Rain washed away the desolation. It's rare to witness such a miracle."
"Yeah. As long as it rains, I'm happy. I really like rain. My name is Rain, too."
Water dripped from the overhanging rock above, tapping out little puddles. Three or five wildflowers had been bent crooked by the splashing droplets. Sadly, there were no butterflies or bees to be seen—no insects, no birds, no beasts, only wild grass and tiny flowers.
Feng Ying felt her mood brighten along with the landscape.
She took a deep breath of the rich spiritual energy after the rain, and her whole body felt refreshed.
"Maybe the war will end soon. We can continue on our way and reach Sky Pillar Mountain earlier."
"Yingzi."
"Hm? What is it?"
"I think I heard a strange sound. It felt like something fell down. Did you hear it?"
The two had been leisurely admiring the scenery beneath the cliff when their vision blurred. A great ship wreathed in flames smashed heavily into the opposite mountainside. The green fields and mountain flowers from moments ago