He Laohun carried two bamboo cages containing five newly purchased Spirit-Bird Long-Feathered Pheasants.
He tilted his head toward the clear sky. "Yi, look, the weather's changing again."
Jiang Yi walked slowly along Double Abundance Street, his expression unchanged.
"With great cultivators at the twelfth level of Qi Refining stationed here, their Qi stirs the heavens. A few unusual changes are only natural."
Ever since the two elders from the Illuminating Nether Sect and True Gu Sect arrived, Three Harmonies Ward had been like a little temple hosting two true Buddhas, never again enjoying its former peace.
This was especially so at noon and Hai Hour each day, perhaps because the two elders were gathering and refining Spirit Chance.
For a hundred li around, waves of heat sometimes surged as though everything had fallen into a furnace, while at other times, bone-piercing cold made it feel as though everything had plunged into an ice cavern.
Going out at noon required light clothing, but sleeping at night called for several extra quilts.
Jiang Yi, who had moved into Dai Tower, fared well enough. He Laohun, still on Double Abundance Street, had suffered considerably and cursed about it in private several times.
According to him, the low-level cultivators who could not even afford shanties costing two thousand Talisman Money had it worse still.
Early every morning, quite a few stiff corpses could be seen frozen to death beside the road. Before long, Five Solitary Hall and the Yin Puppet Sect would pay to take them away.
Like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind, they left scarcely any trace in this world, much less attracted anyone's attention.
"Tsk, tsk, what power! Now that's a cultivator! Just sitting in meditation can make Heaven change its expression. Want sunshine, and the sky clears; want clouds,