The dense forest rolled with the terrain, with lush hornbeams, red pines, and a thick mesh of pine needles that let no breeze through.
Liang Qu stood on the open mountaintop, where long-missed sunshine sprawled down, evaporating the musty dampness from his body.
All of Huaiyin Prefecture, especially the six or seven large counties to the southeast, had endured intermittent rain for more than half a month with no sign of stopping, and he could count on one hand the number of times he had seen the sun.
Only in the dreams created by the Mirage Insects could he experience the long-absent sunny days.
Liang Qu sat cross-legged, with an empty grip in his palm, where the Thunder Glyph Technique began to emerge.
With a gentle toss, the scroll floated in mid-air and unfurled to both sides, with black characters slowly appearing on the white paper.
