Early spring, when the grass buds just pierced the earth, their green still couldn't conceal the bare mountain slopes.
Under the long night, the earth's glow ascended, and the pitch-black clouds almost pressed down onto the mountain peak. The Golden Hall shone brilliantly, with an old tea tree nearby, bearing the scars of annual burns by Thunder Fire, just sprouting tender new leaves, emanating a fresh scent.
Qin Ming took just a few dozen steps to move from the mountain foot to the peak, as if teleporting, and walked straight into the Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall.
The mountain wasn't desolate; though drizzling, it was quite lively. The Mountain God Temple was filled with people gazing at the Golden Hall.
Some girls carried oiled paper umbrellas, strolling in the rain mist, while more people prepared to witness the annual Thunder Fire spectacle.
Every year, living humans were greatly refined here, producing "Thunder Medicine."
