Three months later, at Green Jade Mountain, within a Spirit Field.
"Order spreads swiftly, as fast as wind and fire, call forth drought or rain at will!"
"Wind rises!"
"Clouds gather!"
"Thunder arrives!"
"Rain falls!"
Xiao Miao stood at the edge of the field, forming hand seals, chanting spells, and mana flowed from within him like water.
Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, thunder rumbled faintly, and a patch of rain clouds gathered above the field, quickly turning into a downpour.
After an unknown amount of time, the clouds dissipated and the rain cleared. The rice plants in the Spirit Field were all brilliantly shining, verdant and dripping with life, carved as if from beautiful jade. They didn't resemble rice plants at all but rather seemed like jade or emerald seeds, it was as if someone extravagantly treated these precious materials as mundane, planting them right into the field.
"Phew!"