Spring Rain, an Old Friend Returns

Rumble~

A spring thunderclap exploded, startling the sparrows beneath the eaves into flight and making the window lattice tremble.

A damp, earthy scent gradually filled the air.

At first, the drizzle was like silk, darkening the bluestone slabs with scattered spots.

As the thunder gradually grew muffled, countless dense rain threads wove heaven and earth into a gray haze.

Beneath the curtain of rain, Xu Changqing walked briskly, continually inspecting the Grade-One Spirit Fields around him with his eyes.

At that moment, the green rice shoots in the Grade-One Spirit Fields had drunk their fill. Droplets on their leaves, wrapped in spiritual energy, condensed into faint glimmers before rolling into the soil like glass beads.

Across the entire Spirit Field, only the soft, fragmented rustling of rain remained.

The atmosphere was utterly perfect at that moment.

If he had been in the stone house, Xu Changqing would definitely have been reclining in a rocking chair for a brief nap.

But here—or rather, at this moment—he still had to make his rounds.

He was not like Zhang Er had been.

During assessments, Zhang Er would only occasionally come over for a look.

He would never show up when it was windy, raining, thundering, or too hot.

It could be said that both his attitude and conduct had been exceedingly perfunctory.

Xu Changqing believed that since he had taken on the role of assessor, he had to carry it out seriously.

Not to mention that he was receiving compensation from the Immortal Sect.

Besides, these outer sect disciples all respected him greatly.

"Senior Brother Xu, you've worked hard!"

"Senior Brother Xu, it won't be too late to inspect things after the rain stops!"

"Senior Brother Xu, if we can't become formal disciples, we'll truly have let you down!"

When Xu Changqing passed