At the foot of Yangchang Mountain lies a wide-open space.
In this open area, there is a pavilion where one can see many birds and goats.
This is the Archery Pavilion.
Outside the Archery Pavilion, flood barriers have already been erected, with one household and a few guests who hadn't managed to evacuate still inside.
"Dad, look at the sky—it's so late, and someone is still flying a kite!" a young girl pointed at the dimming sky and said to her father.
The owner of the Archery Pavilion also peeked out, noticing that bits of ice were continuously falling outside the house.
Then, he took another careful look.
"What the hell, that's no kite!" the owner of the Archery Pavilion exclaimed, "That's a person, flying in the sky!"
"I said so, right? Since when do kites come that big, with a huge fan motor hanging beneath? Has that person lost his mind? There's hail and thunder outside, is he trying to ascend to immortality or something?" the girl said.
