The long wind howled across the open plain.
As far as the eye could see, the land was flat salt fields.
Longwu Commandery lay in the northwest of the continent, a borderland far from the coast, yet now, strangely, the crashing roar of waves rang out. Wind swept over the waves, and the air seemed to boil like the sea. With Shen Tang at the center, a wild gale carrying the salty tang of seawater rose from nowhere.
Her hem snapped in the wind, and her hair whipped about.
Everyone held their breath and looked up at the sky. The sun had been shining brightly just moments ago, but within a few breaths, dark clouds had taken over. The heavy clouds seemed so close that one could reach them by stretching out a hand and standing on tiptoe. The sea roared, bringing on an almost suffocating illusion.
"Here it comes!"
Everyone focused their attention, only to see a towering wave, several zhang high, ride the gale and come crashing down from the sky in the blink of an eye.
It landed squarely in the salt fields.
It also splashed seawater all over Shen Tang's upper body.
The enormous wave had looked fierce as it bore down, but the moment it touched the ground, it turned docile. Its earlier ferocity vanished, and it obediently filled every salt field. All the excess water flowed along the channels they had dug and into the artificial pond, which they had excavated by brute force. She had deliberately controlled her output of literary energy, using up almost all the reserves in her Dantian. After all, Shen Tang was still the governor of a commandery; she couldn't come and do this every day.
If they filled the artificial pond, it would supply the salt fields for