The pattering rain began to fall abruptly, gradually growing heavier, and its incessant dripping under the eaves was like a curtain of water beads.
It was like a curtain of water beads over the threshold.
Ye Jingcheng stood at the doorway, both doors open, sipping Spring Tea, and through the curtain of rain, he looked at the two peach trees in the courtyard and the light rain on Heavenly Street, finding it surprisingly delightful.
The layers of rules and rituals of the family in recent days had ultimately soured his mood for a few days.
At this moment, the peach blossoms were in full bloom; the Spiritual Peach Tree of the Wood Demon was evidently superior, more abundant, and more vibrant than that of the Tier One Middle-grade Spiritual Peach Tree.
Even by comparing the two Spirit Trees, one could see that the Wood Demon absorbed more Spiritual Energy.
