Green Smoke Rises from the Ancestral Graves, and I Gain the Magical Power of Rainfall

Hundreds of years of drought, thousands of miles dry and yellow, fires are raging, ancestral graves are smoking, and rainfall is magical. Hundreds of years of drought, thousands of miles dry and yellow, fires are raging, ancestral graves are smoking, and rainfall is magical. Hundreds of years of drought, thousands of miles dry and yellow, fires are raging, ancestral graves are smoking, and rainfall is magical. Hundreds of years of drought, thousands of miles dry and yellow, fires are raging, ancestral graves are smoking, and rainfall is magical. Hundreds of years of drought, thousands of miles dry and yellow, fires are raging, ancestral graves are smoking, and rainfall is magical. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.