Perhaps because Shanglin Garden is not under the control of a weather monitor, the weather changes tend to be more natural. Zheng Qing felt the wind blowing from the lake at this moment carried a hint of chill, and he couldn't help but wrap his robe tighter.
A chime sounded across the shimmering lake, reaching the ears of all the young wizards, invigorating them. Even the chill seemed to lighten a bit.
The lakeside instantly quieted down.
The sound of the chime rang out again, and the thick clouds above Crescent Lake rolled, curling to the sides, revealing a slender crack. Golden sunlight poured down through the rift in the clouds, painting the sky, Centimeter Mountain, and the lake with an exceptionally splendid hue.
The chime rang for the third time.
The first round of the Spring Hunting trial officially begins.
