Muir carried Bai Qingqing and Left as he followed tightly behind Parker.
They said that the weather in June was like a child's face, changing without notice. This applied to the beastmen world too.
It was late in the morning, but the sun wasn't hot. The fog in the mountains became thicker and the strong winds weren't even able to disperse them. The pressure was so low that it was hard to breathe.
Bai Qingqing's curly hair was blown messily by the wind. She put her hands to her chest and said worriedly, "I hope it doesn't rain!"
Not long after she spoke, an exploding thunder suddenly rang out in the sky, and heavy rain covered the mountains and wilderness.
Bai Qingqing looked toward the sky with a stoned expression, putting up a middle finger.
Boom!
Another erupting thunder came down nearby. Bai Qingqing quickly hugged Left to shelter him from the rain.
