By this day, two and a half months had passed since invitations to the Dragon-Transformation Ceremony had been sent throughout the world.
Under Ya Ci's control, the moisture spreading from the North Sea merged into heaven and earth in a relatively gentle fashion.
The Dragon-Transformation Ceremony had yet to begin, but from the North Sea itself to the many waterways connected to it, moisture flowed with the currents or surged upstream.
Even in the many rivers that would ultimately empty into the sea, the water seemed to have grown clearer and more abundant.
Spring rain was as precious as oil. Before planting, people often hoped for just the right amount of rain, and this spring, the rains in Great Qiu, Wuliu, and other countries were especially nourishing to people and all living things, their influence slowly spreading farther afield.
In the countries along the North Sea coast, the climate meant planting began somewhat later. In a patch of rural farmland between two great mountains, farmers were preparing for spring sowing, wearing straw rain capes and bamboo hats amid the fine drizzle.
Such a gentle, misty rain could hardly interfere with their work.
An old ox plowed ahead while an old farmer held the plow behind it. Everything had turned green, and water murmured nearby, lending the scene a touch of poetry and painterly beauty.
"This year will surely be a good one!" "Hahahaha! Yes, we'll surely have a fine harvest!"
The nearby farmers chatted and laughed.
Splash!
A great spray suddenly rose from the nearby river, drawing the farmers' eyes. But by the time they looked, all they saw was the lingering spray falling back down, with nothing unusual in sight.
The farmers discussed whether it might have been some enormous fish, then returned to talking and joking about their