The rain and fog on Lingyun Peak are abundant, and during the rainy season, the weather changes unexpectedly.
Dark clouds linger, and a fine drizzle falls continuously.
For this reason, the Ye Family has constructed a lake at the top of the peak, known as Lingyun Lake.
The trees on the mountain grow exceptionally lush, and the Cyan Stone Bamboo is no exception. Each one towers extraordinarily high, with thick, densely packed nodes covered in black bamboo moss.
And in the depths of the bamboo forest, a pavilion stands amidst the bamboo.
The pavilion is also woven from Stone Bamboo, and at this moment, the five of Ye Jingcheng sit within, savoring the sound of rain hitting the bamboo forest.
"Uncle Xingqun, your Spirit Wine even makes the heavens drool!" Ye Jingli spoke slightly exaggeratedly.
His hands were rubbing together, his face full of eager anticipation.
