By the time Li Meirong left Zhu Qingyue's residence, the thick blackened clouds had mysteriously vanished. The heavy downpour reduced to light, gentle rain, signalling the storm's inevitable end.
Contrary to the foreseen gloomy environment, the rain had brought richness to all the colours in the sect, enhancing the greens and browns into deeper shades. The wilted plants had miraculously regrown and were restored to their former glory as though they were never scorched nor harmed in any way.
Li Meirong wasn't very attentive to her surroundings as she ran through the coalition's grounds. She was far too absorbed in her own nervous thoughts to marvel at the abrupt weather changes and revival of the garden's plant life.
The hearing's outcome and the consequences of the private meeting with Zhu Qingyue threw her into a tizzy. And to think that only a few hours ago, she had been prepared to depart the sect for good.
