The spring rains of March fell all night and finally ceased.
The morning breeze still carried a hint of dampness, and in the paths of blue stones, the water of the channels gurgled. The flowers battered by the night's downpour and wind somehow bloomed even more defiantly in the respectful light of the morning.
The large red paper decorations blown down were diligently replaced by the palace attendants who rose early.
The morning bell tolled several times, and the wild geese and cranes flew back from afar.
In the ancient Royal Capital, the Array resonated with the tolling bell, rising in accordance with the heavens, while countless rivers, mountains, and atmospheric wonders rose around the city. The bell, solemn and majestic, sounded again with its everlasting reverberation, grand, dignified, and magnificent, stretching for a hundred li.
At the Divine Path's ancient hall, myriad demons paid homage.
