"The thunder rumbled all night again, but not a drop of rain fell."
Jiang Yi stood in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back. The cold wind carried a biting frost that pierced straight to his lungs, invigorating him.
'The weather these past few days has been truly bizarre.'
Eight or nine days had passed in a flash since he'd descended from the Qianji Sect to arrive at Sanhe District.
During this time, Jiang Yi's life had fallen into a regular rhythm.
Each day, he would meditate and perform his breathing exercises in his room at the Dai Pavilion, supplementing his training by nourishing his body with Spirit Rice.
In his leisure time, he would stroll through the Marketplace, buying various exquisite trinkets that he supposed could serve as New Year's gifts for everyone back at the Big Mixed Courtyard.
This leisurely pace nearly gave him the illusion that he had slipped back into his past life.
