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George, noting Maria’s horrified expression and her unusual nervousness in speech, wasted no time in inquiring, “Miss Clark, what do you make of this sight?”

Maria responded, “This… The dark clouds appear chaotic and unruly, yet there’s an underlying complexity, a sense of… it feels akin to the Zen Gua image from the Book of Changes’ sixty-four hexagrams.”

“Zen Gua?” Geena exclaimed, clearly taken aback, “Could this cloud actually represent a hexagram?”

Maria nodded, murmuring, “Zen hexagrams are always intricate. Ancient wisdom tells us that when upheaval arrives, laughter turns bitter; a shocking event in the distant field, no mourning for the blade. When this hexagram appears, it’s a merging of the main hexagram and the guest hexagram, signifying an unforeseen, earth-shattering occurrence.”

George, now even more astounded, inquired, “Who possesses the ability to divine from the sky’s clouds?”

Maria appeared befuddled, “I’m not sure… But… This divination seems to have commenced precisely when we arrived. I don’t think it’s man-made.”

“Unnatural, then…” Geena questioned, “Could it be a natural occurrence?”

Maria shook her head, saying, “The secret eludes me…”

As they spoke, the sky’s dark clouds continued their rapid transformation. Thick clouds seemed to draw from an unending well in the heavens, covering the entire Heaven Lake valley in a relentless surge.

Maria frowned, gazing skyward with wide eyes, whispering to herself, “The hexagrams shift too swiftly… I… I cannot fathom it. What are you attempting to convey? Can you clarify? At all?”

The enigmatic clouds, of course, remained indifferent to her muttered queries, their transformation unabated.

Maria anxiously noted, “There are so many variables, each demanding extensive comprehension. With their rapid changes, another hexagram emerges in the blink of an eye. I… I truly

not. I’ll capture all these

“The hexagram’s transformations are relentless. Everything is encapsulated within this turbulent hexagram. It hints at a plea

something, then what exactly

ever-changing clouds, responded in a hushed tone, “I haven’t quite grasped it

her eyes widened, and

“What have

up in Maria’s eyes as she pointed to the barren ground beneath her feet, her

Mother of

years ago? Why would she seek our aid now? And… Is

the reasoning, but I can sense

is indeed the Mother of Pu’er appealing

shifting hexagram suggests she’s trapped within this

air now teemed with moisture, and the atmospheric pressure was plummeting, making it

labored, her anxiety apparent as she paced restlessly. She lamented, “The hexagrams are becoming increasingly ominous, with the main hexagram gradually succumbing to Ke Gua’s influence. If I can’t devise a solution soon, I may not be able to save her… What do we do…

hexagrams, could only stand there, his worry etched across

a potent low-pressure system above Heaven Lake. Maria’s

becoming more perilous, with the main hexagram losing ground to Ke Gua. If I can’t find a solution soon, I may not be