Yu Youyao tied the rope and fixed it in place. "The colored rope of the incense token is woven using silk. A hundred strands of silk that are as thin as a hair are twisted together to form a thin thread. Then, five identical thin threads are used to weave a five-colored string. It's tenacious and doesn't break easily. You just have to change the colored rope every 1.5 years."
Yin Huaixi carefully placed the incense token into his shirt. The incense token was pressed against the skin on his chest, and it was light and textured, as if it had the power to calm his mind.
The heavy rain finally stopped after about an hour.
His drenched outer robe was finally dry. Yin Huaixi quickly put on his clothes and rolled up the bamboo curtain around the pavilion.
The dark clouds had already spread out. Wisps of brilliant skylight seeped out of the thick clouds. Immediately, the skylight broke and sunlight shone through. The world was clear, as if it had been baptized.
