Li Jiu stopped by the roadside, his eyes like those of an eagle, fixed unwaveringly on the barren tree on the slope.
Rain was falling from the sky. This rain was light and gentle, swaying down together with the mild wind from above the dome, devoid of the harshness and chill of winter, like a spring rain.
Spring rain nourishes everything.
A branch of the barren tree slowly sprouted a hint of green.
"The barren tree sprouts new buds... spring has arrived."
Suddenly, a meteor shadow descended from the sky. That shadow crashed into the path with force, the emanating energy sweeping everything away, even halting the rain curtain for a moment. Amidst the turbulent and dangerous energy, Wang Shi slowly walked out, grinning, "It's the end of January now, Great Li's spring starts only in March!"
