On the morning of the sixth day of September, the weather in Divine Capital was still not too good.
The sky was gloomily overcast, as if rain could fall at any moment, and the chilly breeze made one wonder if the season had returned to its rightful course, from an inverted spring back to late autumn.
Viewing the unappealing weather, the Emperor's mood was unlikely to be good.
Ever since that day, when the Emperor flew into a rage and the Divine Capital changed drastically in the pouring rain, those in the know had learned to guess the Emperor's mood through the weather.
Some even speculated from this uncontrollable state of mind that the Emperor might not have long to live.