Yangchang Mountain,
Leqing Archery Range.
A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old stood under the eaves, looking up at the gloomy and oppressive sky.
Suddenly, a streak of very peculiar color appeared in midair, followed by the slow descent of a rainbow.
"Dad, there's a rainbow," the girl said.
"What nonsense, don't go outside, we are in a thunderstorm area," the owner of the Archery Pavilion said.
"There's someone under the rainbow, with a big living person hanging there!" the girl pointed outside and exclaimed.
"Oh dear, stop spouting nonsense, we need to figure out a way to get these pheasants to higher ground. If the water level rises any further, the wild chickens we've painstakingly raised for years will go to waste!" Zhang Jian'an from the Archery Pavilion said.
Zhang Jian'an quickly went outside to bring his daughter back into the house.
