The following evening, a thin snow began to fall over Fusang. The flimsy snowflakes weakly clung to the ground, quickly melting away.
"What ghostly weather for such a historically significant moment," Wang Qi muttered as he followed Wu Chengdao, with Huangfu Lian and Mo Zhenzhen in tow, towards the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion's banquet hall. The icy water on the ground stuck to his boots, which he found quite uncomfortable.
That night, the Banquet of Completion had finally arrived.
