Chapter 1: The Young Martial Artist

As dawn broke, the first rays of light pierced the mist that drifted gently across the land.

Grain Buds had just passed, and as the saying went, "as Grain Buds passes, the grains begin to fill."

The winter wheat north of Changjiang had just started to mature. They were plump, but they weren't fully ripe, hence the "buds" part of the term.[one]