Morning.
When Liu Xia woke up, sunlight had already filled the room.
Bright.
No clouds.
He sat up and glanced outside.
"Nice day," he said.
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He washed his face and went out.
People in the laborers' quarters had already started working.
Someone looked up at him.
Then lowered their head.
No one spoke.
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Liu Xia walked to the mountain gate.
Picked up the broom.
Started sweeping.
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After a while—
He paused.
Looked up at the sky.
A clear, clean blue.
Not a hint of rain.
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He thought for a moment.
"Feels like I said something yesterday," he said.
Paused for a second.
"Forgot."
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He kept sweeping.
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Not far away—
A few disciples were whispering.
"Look at the sky."
"It was supposed to rain today."
"I checked the weather formation earlier."
"It all changed."
"How is that possible?"
"The formation disk just… failed."
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They stopped talking.
Because they saw Liu Xia.
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Silence.
Automatic.
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Behind a tree—
Jesse stood there.
She was looking at the sky too.
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She had heard it yesterday.
Not everything.
But that one sentence—
She heard it.
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"Let it not rain tomorrow."
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She closed her eyes for a moment.
Then opened them.
The sky was still the same.
Not a trace of change.
—
She said quietly:
"Even something like this…"
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She didn't finish.
Because she knew.
This wasn't "possible."
It was—
Natural.
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Above the mountain gate.
Side hall.
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The old man stood by the window.
Looking at the sky.
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He said nothing.
But his hand tightened slightly.
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Yesterday, he had set up an observation formation.
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Prediction: rain today.
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Now—
Nothing.
—
He said quietly:
"It's not changing the weather."
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He paused.
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"It's cancellation."
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Mountain gate.
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Liu Xia was sweeping.
Halfway through—
He paused again.
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Not because of the sky.
Because of a person.
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Someone was walking over.
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This time—
Not inner sect.
Not a steward.
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The clothes were simpler.
But the presence—
Quieter.
—
The man walked up to him.
Stopped.
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Liu Xia glanced at him.
"You here to confirm too?" he said.
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The man shook his head.
"No."
he said.
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His voice was very soft.
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Liu Xia nodded.
"Then move aside," he said.
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The man didn't move.
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The air went still.
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Liu Xia frowned.
"You're blocking the way," he said.
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The man still didn't move.
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He looked at Liu Xia.
Very seriously.
"That sentence just now," he said.
"Wasn't casual."
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Liu Xia: "…"
"Why does everyone like saying things like that today," he said.
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The man didn't explain.
He only asked:
"Do you know what you said?"
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Liu Xia thought for a moment.
"I didn't say anything," he said.
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The man looked at him.
Paused for a second.
Then nodded.
"Alright," he said.
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He stepped aside.
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Not forced.
He chose to.
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Liu Xia walked past.
"Would've been easier if you did that earlier," he said.
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He kept sweeping.
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The man stood where he was.
Watching Liu Xia's back.
Didn't move.
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After a while—
He said quietly:
"It's not him using it."
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"The world is cooperating with him."
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No one heard.
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But the words landed.
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In the distance—
Jesse watched all this.
Didn't move.
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She wasn't testing anymore.
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She was thinking about something else.
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"If one day he says the wrong thing…"
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She paused.
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"What would happen."