This year's temperature is unusually severe.
It's only early winter, and Silver Cypress Mountain is already blanketed in white snow.
In the persimmon orchard, large branches have broken under the heavy snow and the weight of unharvested fruit, piling up in a messy heap.
But Mountain Persimmon looked quite happy, busily darting up and down to clear things out, picking persimmon fruit and pruning broken branches. Immersed in work, he only snapped out of it when the Dominating Throne approached and hovered close to the ground.
"Dragon Cypress, you're here!"
Mountain Persimmon glanced at the throne and asked, "Ink Orchid didn't come this year?"
"Ink Orchid is busy and won't be joining us."
Dragon Cypress replied simply, then asked, "Mountain Persimmon, many of your persimmon trees have broken. Need any help?"
Mountain Persimmon: "No need. You guys are busy too, I won't delay you. I can handle this myself."
