After the massive fire at Jincan Temple, the weather in Wuling Town seemed to grow increasingly hot. The late spring was rapidly drawing to a close, and early summer had already arrived.
On this particular morning, a misty sky suddenly unleashed countless threads of rain, which fell in a drizzle across every mountain ridge in Jiangnan.
The mountain trails grew cleaner than ever, revealing clean pebbles of various shapes. Oil-paper umbrellas drifted slowly through the forest. Out on the fishing boats floating in the middle of the river, flocks of cormorants took flight and landed, landed and took flight.
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