Between dawn's first light,
Behind a thin mist, a Purple-Bearded White Dragon sailed, its breath sounding like deep thunder, slowly sweeping across the expanse of Jianyang Prefecture.
The Cloud Formation and Rainfall were the responsibilities of the Immortal Court, specially managed by the Immortals.
Rather than saying the White Dragon was arranging rainfall, it was more apt to say it was transferring water, moving water from other places to this prefecture.
Had a common Wild Demon undertaken this task, it might have even led to disaster, unavoidably resulting in its execution by the Immortal Court. However, presently, it acted under an imperial mandate; though irregular, under normal circumstances, no one would intervene.
"Don't daydream!"
In front of the Land Temple, an old man threw his cane, which flew up and tapped the White Dragon's forehead neither lightly nor heavily.
"Ouch!"
Zi Yang cried out in pain, withdrawing the gaze he had been casting about.
