When the sun was about to set, the sky actually became clearer. It wasn't like during the daytime when sometimes dark clouds would densely pack the sky, and sometimes the sun would blaze fiercely; as the golden crow traveled westward, the gloomy clouds also gradually dispersed, revealing the thin afterglow.
And the red glow did not linger long; it faded away swiftly as if the west wind were rolling up a screen. In the evening, the clouds were a deep blue, and the sky resembled a vast ocean. The clouds, with hues of white and blue, were like shepherds herding the fiery sunset back to the horizon as quickly as they could.
Today, Fang Gang had transcended as a deity, marked by just a few bolts of lightning and several downpours.
