【Zhang Zongchang Prays for Rain!】
Across the vast lands of the Great Han Plane, the sun hung high, its scorching rays mercilessly baking the earth. In the Dragon King Temple on the outskirts of the capital, the atmosphere was solemn and grave. Emperor Wu of Han, dressed in ceremonial robes, held three incense sticks in his hands and bowed piously toward the deity statue.
He slowly raised his head to gaze at the cloudless, blazing sky. Beads of sweat as large as peas rolled down his forehead, soaking his robes. Yet, he could not spare a moment to wipe them away; he merely reached out to touch the perspiration continually seeping from his brow, his eyes revealing a profound sense of exhaustion and anxiety.
Chapter 141