The seventh day of the first lunar month.
In the heart of Mountain River Academy, on the Righteous Qi Square, the accumulated snow from days past had already been swept clean. The sky's Haqi River reappeared, stretching across the heavens, keeping the spring snow that had started to fall this morning high above the firmament, clearing away the last vestiges of winter's lingering gloom. The only slight disappointment was that the Haqi River's repulsive force was too strong, and no Array could be set up under its cover, so there was no means to moderate the temperature onsite, and it remained bitterly cold.
The highly anticipated Literary Arena competition finally began...
