The snow falls heavily from the sky, cloaking everything in silver.
The bustling county, both inside and outside, appears completely white, as if wrapped in a layer of honey frost. Despite the cold, it does not deter visiting tourists. In fact, precisely because it's cold, and it's the first time the domain under rule is holding a winter festival, the breath exhaling warm mist, the lively flavor of warming up, is exceptionally unique.
December eighteenth.
In Shishou County, the crowds surge, Liang Qu gazes at the harvest of Divine Favor, lost in thought.
"Is it halved each time?"
Whether in quantity or quality, compared to past rituals, there's a significant decrease.
The excessive demands during summer may be why, now the Huai River, like a stallion mated for three days and nights, is left with pure neurological excitement. The contribution of Divine Favor is pitifully little, a great disappointment.
