The storm is coming.
But let it come, what does it have to do with me?
Just at the end of the rainy season, the ocean currents on the Endless Sea boiled over, raging and sweeping under the mighty wind, pouring down torrents of rain, covering every inch of the sea and land.
In such wretched weather, even dogs wouldn't want to go out.
Outside, the rain poured down, and the tide sound on the distant coast roared, while indoors it was quiet.
Amidst the howling winds, raindrops the size of beans pelted the windows densely, and under the soft light, Ji Jue held an enamel mug waiting to brew tea, lounging on the sofa leisurely flipping through the Hai Xiang Mirror.
With materials gradually in place, he seized the time to study the secrets of Chun Jun and Pan Ying.
Even though he knew it backwards, cross-verifying them and drawing lessons from each other, he occasionally gained insights and progress.
Ah, this is life!
The creek wood fires soft, the felt warm, Isis and I won't leave!
