After a spring rain, a layer of mist rose over the lake.
Mist surrounded Seven Stars Island, and the spirit fields were filled with White Jade Rice, green as emerald, emitting a faint fragrance.
Zhao Sheng walked through the spirit fields, his robe wetted by the dew on one side. Looking at the thriving White Jade Rice, he smiled slightly, then suddenly flicked his long sleeve, causing a large swath of grayish dust fog to spread out and gently fall into the rice clusters over several acres of fields.
He then took more than ten steps forward and reached the center of the spirit fields, forming a seal with his hands and casting a beam of bright yellow spirit light into the ground.
In an instant, the earth silently caved in, forming a hole about a foot wide.
Zhao Sheng took a thumb-sized Five-Colored Stone from his sleeve, examined it briefly, then tossed it into the pit.
