The rain slowly ceased.
Below, a group of disaster-stricken people remained kneeling, showing their gratitude.
Lu Wufei observed them from above, not descending, but instead flying towards the extent of the crowd.
As the days went by,
With Lu Wufei delving further into the inner regions of the Southern Continent of Jambudvīpa,
He gradually observed the hardships of the mortal world.
Wars, drought, floods, plagues...
Misery everywhere, disaster omnipresent.
Among them, the destructive power of war was the most significant.
White bones in wild fields, rooster crow absent across vast lands;
One hundred lives reduced to one, thoughts that break a person's heart.
Lu Wufei, traveling thousands of miles across the Southern Continent of Jambudvīpa, came to realize the accuracy of the poetic description, even considering it to be an understatement.
Lu Wufei has always acted according to his heart and will.
