At the end of August in Floral City Pariel, it was also the fourth Sunday of the month.
The approach of autumn brought densely packed clouds.
A heavy layer of clouds shrouded the entire city of flowers, as if a heavy rain were merely a footstep away.
Therefore, the Sacred Silvervine Arena did not open its outdoor dome today, opting instead for the enclosed mode.
"So when it might rain, they close up the dome of the Sacred Silvervine Arena like this,"
Christina said, her hands resting on the back of the sofa, looking up at the sky from their seats, which the Baptist family had booked for three sessions at Skycrown Hall.
The entire venue's dome was almost out of sight, projecting a distant starry sky with a deep blue background. The stars shimmered like bright jewels set within it, slowly flowing across the sky. Occasionally, a wisp of illusory white cloud passed by, enveloping the starry sky like a mist.
"Christina, sit properly,"