Barrels of plum wine also found their bottoms amidst the revelry.
The grass walls around the square danced in the wind, accompanying the feast and celebration!
When the banquet was over, the foxes, with their tails swaying, began to clean up, and the grass that made up the walls ended its brief brilliance and its miserable existence, losing its white flowers, fading its fresh green, turning to a dry yellow and then crumbling into grass wisps, carried away by the mountain wind, dispersing into the dim sky and beyond.
Bai Mo stood on the square, looking towards the sky, his gaze following the departing grass wisps.
"Is this... the Master of Communication?"
...
The autumn wind in West State City became increasingly chilly.
Even as bright sunshine filled the windowsills, the students still wore their jackets.
In the classroom, Yang Zhan tugged at his jacket, complacent.
"Heh heh heh, look at my jacket, it's hand-embroidered with the Five-Colored Fire Cloud!
