"A drizzling rain falls on Qingming Day."
"It often rains during Qingming in the north, but it doesn't seem to in Yangcheng, right?"
On Qingming Festival, the sun shone brightly over Yangcheng. The sky was clear and the air was crisp—a perfect day for a stroll and some shopping.
According to Jiang Shishi, Gu Zhao had been in seclusion for quite a while. Besides needing to blow off some steam, he also needed to get out more and reintegrate with society. Otherwise, the more he cultivated, the more reclusive he'd become, and he might just end up living in the deep mountains and forests for good.
"We're only twenty-four or twenty-five. We need to have a life outside of work!"
"I don't have a job."
"A Daoist's cultivation *is* their job."
Jiang Shishi pointed to an advertisement hanging on the mall's main facade. "Want to try an escape room or play live-action CS?"
Gu Zhao was speechless.
"How about we just go see a movie instead," Gu Zhao sighed.
