Leaving the teahouse, Song Yan sighed softly, "It's truly restless everywhere."
He kept Sheng Nian's warning in mind.
No matter what, it never hurt to be a little cautious.
"Liang Feng."
He pondered the name, which he hadn't heard of so far.
But when soldiers come, we block them; when water comes, we cover it with earth.
At worst, he would report it to Senior Brother Lu and Senior Cong Yuzhen; if the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up.
Dismissing the stray thoughts in his mind, he rejoined the others.
Coincidentally, Yan Xun was giving everyone a brief introduction to the Flower Festival.
"The Flower Festival actually has a long history. It might have originated from customs in the Central Domain."
"Legend has it that this day is the birthday of the 'Hundred Flowers Goddess,' the celestial immortal who controls the flower season. However, I've heard that because the flower seasons vary in different regions, the dates of the Flower Festival also differ."
