Late spring, light rain patters down, wetting the cobblestone path.
Time has flown by, Qin Ming buried himself in arduous cultivation, as if just overnight, raising his head again only to find the heavy snow completely melted away.
He reached the village entrance, gazing into the distance, amidst the hazy rain, grasses grew, orioles flew, and distant mountains were verdant like dark jade.
The rain intensified, the Heibai Dual Trees gently swayed, their leaves became increasingly fresh, glistening with a sheen.
Surrounding Qin Ming's body was a mist of light, warding off the dense raindrops.
In daily enlightenment, he enjoyed sitting under the dual trees, sometimes not moving for dozens of days, the villagers had long become used to it.
Sensing the seasons like flowing water, a brief trance followed, he sat cross-legged and read the letters accumulated over months.
