"Sir, aren't we leaving a little too hastily? I remember you were quite interested in visiting Master Chu's kiln. Why are we suddenly leaving?"
To Chu Hang, Yi Shuyuan's departure had long been decided, but Hui Mian knew his master had originally intended to stay another two days. He had even entertained the idea of making a few pieces of porcelain, stamping them, and firing them for fun.
At Hui Mian's words, Yi Shuyuan's steps quickened a little.
"There is naturally a reason for the haste. This is an opportunity that comes once in a thousand years. Since it has already begun, we had best not miss it."
As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan's presence grew fainter and fainter in the eyes of those around him. Finally, he became a gust of wind that swept through half a street, then slowly rose over the city wall and blew southwest.
Southwest of the city, the once-fertile fields had never fully returned to their former state after the flood.
Viewed from the sky, countless rice paddies lay submerged beneath shallow water, resembling an endless expanse of blue-green aquatic plants.
Although the rice seedlings underwater still looked lush and green, they had been submerged for days and could no longer survive. Besides, the water would not recede.
"You should cultivate properly this time too. Don't spend all your time playing!"
With that, the breeze carried Yi Shuyuan and Hui Mian down toward the shimmering water, flying toward the center of the flooded area.
Breaking through the surface, Yi Shuyuan and Hui Mian sank together, sending up a spray of water.
This was currently the deepest spot, with water more than a person's height deep. It was exceptionally clear, however, creating the illusion from above that it had only just covered the seedlings.
With his