At the Ripple Mist sect.
A group of disciples were doing their job of refining some raw materials for spirit tools in one of the pavilions when they suddenly heard a low rumble.
"Huh? Thunder? In our sect?" One of the disciples stopped midway, making the chunk of metal floating in front of him fall.
"Be careful Ping Mo! Why are you acting like this?" One of the other disciples complained.
"Did you guys not hear the rumbling of thunder?" Ping Mo questioned.
"Thunder? How can there be thunder in our Ripple mist sect?" The disciple who had asked Ping Mo to be careful, stated.
"Yeah, our sect has formations that control the climate around the sect. How can there be thunder here?" Another disciple chimed in.
"Are my ears buzzing then?" Ping Mo said, doubting himself.
But then…
~RUMBLE~
"What the hell! It really is thunder!" The disciples said in unison as they all ran out of the pavilion.
