The horizon started to glow with the first light of dawn, and the brilliant sun rose over the Southern Wilderness Mountains. The splendid dawn light sprinkled onto the Heavenly Emperor City, casting a faint golden halo over the ancient, enchanting grand city. The entire city teemed with a vibrant vitality, reminiscent of the resurrection of a towering, gnarly, and weathered ancient tree.
Early in the morning, people had begun to stream in and out of the streets and alleys within the grand city. Soon, the chatter of voices filled the air. The bustling Heavenly Emperor City was once again immersed in the clamor of another day.
The storm last night did nothing more than clean the streets and make the leaves and flowers of plants more vibrant. It didn't impact the lives of the city residents at all. The people who had lived here for a long time had long become accustomed to the one or two natural phenomenons that occurred each year and paid them no mind.
