The storm had arrived.
But it had arrived, so what did that have to do with me?
At the end of the rainy season, the ocean currents upon the Endless Sea boiled. Swept by the mighty gale, they raged and surged as torrential rain poured down, seeping into every inch of sea and land.
In weather this damned, not even a dog would want to go out.
Rain poured outside, while the distant coastal Tide Sound roared and churned. Indoors, however, all was quiet.
Amid the howling wind, raindrops the size of beans densely pelted the windows. Beneath the soft lamplight, Ji Jue held an enamel mug and waited for his tea to steep, reclining on the sofa with his feet up as he leisurely flipped through the Containing Form Mirror.
With the materials gradually coming together, he seized the time to study the secret teachings of Chun Jun and Pan Ying.
Even though he had long since memorized them backward and forward, comparing the two and drawing from each in turn still allowed him to gain comprehension and make progress from time to time.
Ah, this was life!
The streamside firewood was dry, the felt blankets warm; Isis and I would not leave the house!
"Sir, you're the only one not leaving the house, aren't you?"
The Workshop Spirit, who needed to manage New Spring's countless affairs, maintain surveillance, oversee the ever-expanding underground workshops, and manage the work of several hundred modified employees, numbly compared today's production KPIs while expertly electrocuting workers trying to play dead and slack off, all while handling the aftermath of a safety incident that had occurred that morning...
Just ten minutes ago, a power transformation facility had overloaded and gone offline. The chain reaction had caused another substation to struggle as well. A repair