C631 Weaving the Net

Tianyuans on the seventh day of the twenty-first year, rain.

In the past, every time it rained, the Grand Preceptor's estate would hold a welcoming banquet. This year was no exception. There was a bamboo forest in the small garden behind the main house. Tables had already been placed under the bamboo forest one after another.

It was snowing in the sky and the world was white