The water in the white soup had finally dried up; and a few slices of green onion dangled by the pot droopily, looking like Zhuo Rusui's eyelids.
As Liu Ci left, his sleeve brought up a gust of wind, blowing off the fire under the pot, so there was no need to worry that the green onion would be burned to ashes.
The mist in the private room and the restaurant was cleared. A gust of clear wind strayed out from the front door of the restaurant and arrived on the street, dispersing all the clouds and fog there.
The cold and clear sunlight shone down on Cloud Town. It was the first time people could see the sceneries so far and so clearly in the late autumn.
Though the visitors from out of town were not so amazed by the scene, the residents of the town were truly stunned.
A vast majority of them had never witnessed such a scene devoid of clouds and fog.
