Little Cold Mountain lay within Bell Mountain Commandery in the Jiangnan region. Temples and Daoist shrines stretched one after another, drawing many scholars and wandering poets.
Because of its many legends of immortals, it was also greatly favored by the nobles and high officials of the Great Yu Dynasty, and its incense offerings flourished.
Yet during this period, the prefect of Bell Mountain Commandery had worried his hair white. Since the beginning of spring, heavy rains had continued for over a month in Bell Mountain Commandery and several surrounding commanderies. Floodwaters had breached the Yu River's embankments, swept across farmland, submerged countless fertile fields and homes, and created millions upon millions of refugees.
If the rains did not stop, disaster would sooner or later reach the commandery seat.
As Yang Huai headed toward Little Cold Mountain, he saw from afar the dense rain clouds hanging over Bell Mountain Commandery without dispersing. He also saw the floods ravaging the land below, leaving all living things in misery.
His expression instantly turned solemn.
Though his purpose in going to Little Cold Mountain was to retrieve the treasures from that immortal's cave dwelling, that did not mean he could simply stand by and ignore this matter.
Moreover, he had a feeling that that old bastard Dao Ningzi had already foreseen this scene. Sending him to Little Cold Mountain for treasure surely meant for him to resolve this affair as well.
At his side, the Winged Tiger also noticed the flooding below and drew a slight breath of cold air.
"These demon dragons are far too bold! They actually dare summon clouds and rain to bring calamity upon the mortal world. Aren't they afraid that cultivators will pull out their tendons, strip their hides, and chop off their dragon heads?!"
Where its gaze reached,