The stifling air was so oppressive that it made breathing difficult, and in a single glance, the place was alight with the glaring lines of fire—in the air, on rooftops, on walls, on the ground, there was brightness everywhere.
Swish!
The water shimmered as a furry bottom pushed apart the lotuses, breaking the surface.
The Big River Beaver dove to the bottom of the pool and obtained a bit of cool relief.
The Bing Fire Day was extraordinarily dry, drying the whole pond into a hot spring and leaving the beaver with no desire to gnaw on its favorite wood. Thankfully, the Heavenly God had granted the Beaver Family a long summer vacation, allowing them to rest until mid-August before resuming work.
"Elder."
"Ahem, Long Binglin, take a seat."
In the pavilion, Liang Qu poured a cup of iced water for Long Binglin, his expression somewhat unnatural.
Before he could speak, Long Binglin said earnestly, "Don't worry, Elder, the important matters take precedence."
