The crowd was in an uproar.
The white birds, hanging in the air restlessly, flew across the sky in panic, spanning several miles before seeking refuge in a secluded area, looking around nervously with their breasts heaving violently.
The fierce sun scorched down, casting rows of fiery lines, and not a trace of coolness could be found even in the shadows.
The Taiping jar brimmed with cool water, its surface reflecting the intense sunlight, shining and shimmering, before returning to calm in the wake of the noisy courtyard.
After a long while.
Ripples began to spread from the edge of the jar towards the center.
Gathering at a central point, they rose slightly before flattening out again.
Before hitting the sides of the jar, a second wave emerged, colliding with the first one and overriding it, disappearing into nothingness.
Immediately after.
A third wave, a fourth wave…
