Cloud City, at noon, the sky was dim, and a light spring rain fell.

Xu Qingzhou ascended the city wall with an umbrella, the rain pattering softly, masking the sound of his footsteps.

On the city wall, Qiushan stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a dark golden robe, gazing into the distance.

He stood there, letting the rain soak him, unmoving and resolute.