Early morning,
A layer of clouds blanketed the sky, but they were not those dead-gray clouds. They were rain clouds thick with moisture.
This should have been an ordinary sight, but in this Liaozhai Age of Dharma Decline World, it was a miracle.
Li Guokui was eating breakfast at the moment: a basket of steamed vegetarian buns stuffed with bok choy, along with a bowl of porridge cooked from spirit rice. It made him feel especially energetic.
As the saying went, when you were young, you had a good appetite, and everything tasted delicious!
He had been the county magistrate of Liangshan County for a year and a half. Only three months ago had he received his honored master's permission to hand the magistrate's seat over to another unlucky junior apprentice-brother.
Speaking of which, the truly unlucky ones were Wu County, Jiang Rong, Zhao Baiyi, and Tao Yao. Over the past year and a half, Liangshan County had at least been able to sweep a little autumn wind from Guobei County and fill their bellies, since the two were connected by an Evil-Repelling Highway.
But the four people from Wu County had been like loaches thrown into a desert and sun-dried into salted fish.
Four months ago, the Magic-Suppressing Highway leading to Qingzhou and Jizhou had been completed, but the four of them had endured until three days ago before being rotated back. As soon as they returned, they plunged into the Sword Valley to make up for the cultivation they had missed.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. In terms of strength, Li Guokui was now unquestionably the foremost chief disciple.
After leisurely finishing breakfast, Li Guokui gave a sharp whistle and rode his sword into the sky. He had a rainmaking mission today and did not dare be