Everyone knew how dangerous the Blood Mayflies were, so no one left. Besides, they had never bathed in Spirit Water before. Their anticipation outweighed their worry.
He Dazhi had the Prince spread word of the rain ritual. Surely those villains would try to stop it—or even sabotage it. That would make things much easier. They weren't afraid of the enemy having too many tricks; they were only afraid they wouldn't show themselves.
The next day, word came from the palace that the Altar was ready, and the rain ritual could begin at any time.
He Dazhi looked up at the cloudless sky, bright with sunshine, and worried that Little Fatty might not be able to summon enough Spirit Rain.
In the palace, the Emperor was also worried as he gazed at the clear sky.
"There isn't a single cloud in the sky. Can this really work?" Though he had already witnessed the extraordinary abilities of He Dazhi and the others, the Emperor still had his doubts about summoning wind and rain—a power said to belong only to the immortals of legend.
It wasn't that he didn't believe such powers existed. He simply couldn't believe that Luo Yunji could possess such abilities at so young an age.
With help from his senior brothers, Luo Yunji put on an elaborate ceremonial robe and donned a great many cumbersome ornaments. Every step he took came with a crisp jingle.
"I don't want to wear all this! It's too heavy!" Little Fatty tugged at his collar, making a miserable face as he looked toward his Second Senior Brother, Wu Dayi.
"Bear with it. This is all necessary." He Dazhi knew what the Prince and Emperor were thinking. Luo Yunji couldn't be added back to the imperial family register. If he were, the Prince's Mansion