Just as the thunderbolt struck, a white dragon suddenly connected the heavens and earth.
In the distant curtain of rain, a speck of dark light, like a falling meteor, flashed swiftly, heading towards the Divine Cloud Prefecture City.
The Observatory, though an independent agency, has its quarters in the southwestern corner of the Prefecture Government Office, instead of having its own building.
On ordinary days, few people come and go, only an old Taoist and three young children.
The worn-out gate and old buildings appear forgotten, but the seven-story Observatory in the center of the courtyard stands solemn and upright, weathering the storms of a century, growing only more profound and ancient.
