Stepping out of the Baohe Palace, while still under the eaves of the court's buildings, the water Qi wrapped around him, making his hair slightly wet.
Lan Daoheng looked up at the dense heavy rain and turned to Li Changzhou to say, "Immortal Lord, why don't we stop the rain first, so that the Emperor and the common people can continue lighting lanterns and setting off fireworks to enjoy the New Year's Eve festivities?"
"Addressing the symptoms not the root cause is inferior to removing the source of trouble, let's go." Li Changzhou walked into the heavy rain.
He could tell that Lan Daoheng wasn't being provocative and truly wished to make the festival more enjoyable.
But without Yang Qinglan, how could he stop the rain? Fly up and disperse the clouds? That would be too "simplistic," instantly ruining the grand image he had cultivated.
Once they had left the Jiajing Emperor behind, their mana began to stir again, like seeds sprouting from the earth, slowly coming to life.
