He dipped a branch of the locust tree into the sweet rain and scattered it into the locust forest.
It's been years since he offered alms to the hungry ghosts of Jinlan Mountain, so he considered it a welcome-back privilege.
One by one, the hungry ghosts emerged from the locust trees, receiving the sweet rain that fell from the sky.
They too cheered for the return of Yu Ziqing.
Every time Yu Ziqing was away for a while and then returned, he would do the same.
He spent a bit of time riding on the back of that silly dog, patrolling Jinlan Mountain, and found nothing particularly changed.
The only noticeable change was in the southern part of Jinlan Mountain, where the temperature had evidently risen, warmer than in previous years.
The scattered ranks in the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land were gathered together, and the persistent Cold Qi from the north finally had a day to warm up.
