"Sigh..."
The river was broad and boundless.
Atop the Heavenly Altar, Liang Qu lay back and looked up at the sky, exhaling a mouthful of warm breath that scattered into mist against the river wind until it dissipated completely.
The sky was overcast, with not a trace of sunlight visible.
The clouds had dispersed not long before, but as the ship sailed northward, it entered a new body of water and was once again enveloped.
"Mr. Lan, it looks like it's going to snow today, shall we continue sunbathing?"
"Bask." Lan Jicai sat on a small stool, slicing open half a pomegranate and stuffing a handful of rubies into his mouth, he muttered, "When it starts to snow, that's when you come down."
Before the half pomegranate was finished, a light snow began to fall.
Liang Qu turned over and dropped down, brushing the ice crystals off his shoulder: "Mr. Lan, why sunbathe on the Heavenly Altar? Is there any benefit?"
