After the winter rain, the sky took on a deep bluish-gray hue.
The earth, cleansed by the rain, looked fresh and bright, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil and vegetation.
Puddles of varying sizes formed on the ground, reflecting the surrounding scenery like bright mirrors.
"Thunderstorms in winter are not a good omen; it means this winter will be particularly cold."
You Su, still in the guise of a rough-looking man, followed behind He Kongyue, continuing the search for Mr. Chengying's tomb entrance.
The wind howled between the cliffs, extra cold.
He Kongyue remained dressed as the debonair young master and smiled:
"Mr. You, are you also versed in this agricultural lore?"
"This is accumulated wisdom from people, something I ought to know."
The way You Su spoke, paired with his rough image, he came across as rather honest and sincere.
"I mean no disrespect; it's just that I've heard different sayings."
"What sayings?"
