As the moon set, the buzz from yesterday passed with the night, and everything seemed ephemeral.
The mountaintop was still serene and even when the door to the room was pushed open, there was a chill to the air.
Fangzheng stretched his back and sighed. "This year's winter is probably coming early."
With the bell and drum sounding, a brand new day was ushered in.
When Fangzheng checked on the growth of the Crystal Rice, the Crystal Rice paddy was already a meter tall. Each ear of rice was filled with rice grains, and just standing close to it made one catch the scent of the unique, refreshing fragrance of Crystal Rice, which whetted one's appetite. As the morning sun sent its rays down, the Crystal Rice's husks suffused a unique golden color as though a Buddhistic aura was rising. It was as though Buddhistic phantoms were flashing past. However, this was a fleeting phenomenon which only happened in the morning.
