In early summer, Bozhou was scorched by the blazing sun, relentless rays pouring down, baking the earth until it was scorching hot, with a scorching aura filling the air. In the distance, the mountains were continuous, their contours becoming sharper under the fierce sunlight, resembling a dormant giant dragon.
In the forest, the trees were lush and green, their leaves curling slightly under the assault of the high temperatures, yet stubbornly standing tall.
A breeze brushed through, carrying strands of heat, rustling the leaves as if complaining about the intolerable summer.
Shi Feiyang stood between heaven and earth, observing the situation before him, knowing in his heart that he had successfully resolved most of the crisis.
He looked up towards the treetops, exchanging glances with Shi Ying who was hidden there.
The two exchanged a knowing smile, filled with the relief and tacit understanding of having survived a great ordeal.
