After returning to the Feng Mansion.
Feng Xiu went straight to Daoist Yellow Dragon's quarters.
Daoist Yellow Dragon lived in a private courtyard on the western side of the mansion. The courtyard gate stood ajar, and Feng Xiu pushed it open and entered.
He saw Huang Jiaojiao crouching in the courtyard, drawing something on the ground with a twig.
"Brother Feng." Seeing him, Huang Jiaojiao sprang to her feet.
She skipped over, tilted her face up, and beamed at him. "Brother Feng, you haven't come to see me in ages!"
Feng Xiu smiled, bent down, and patted her head. "Where's your grandfather?"
"Inside."
Huang Jiaojiao took his hand and led him in, muttering as they walked, "Grandpa keeps sighing lately. When I ask him why, he won't say. He must be worrying about something again."
Feng Xiu followed her into the room.
Daoist Yellow Dragon was sitting by the window.
He held a yellowed Daoist scripture in his hands, absorbed in his reading, and only looked up when he heard footsteps.
"Young Master Feng, you're here." He set down the scripture and rose with a smile.
Feng Xiu dispensed with pleasantries and got straight to the point. "True Person, I'd like to ask you to set up the altar and perform the ritual again, to pray for rain."
Daoist Yellow Dragon did not answer immediately.
After a brief silence, he slowly said, "At the last Sweet Dew Grand Festival, this old Daoist lost some of his cultivation. The White Fox Envoy refused to lend me water, so I used my own foundation as the catalyst and barely managed to summon that rain."
"After that, my foundation was considerably weakened."
Feng Xiu opened his mouth.
He had already mentioned this matter to Daoist Yellow Dragon after observing the water at the