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With a thunderous boom, a rainstorm descended without warning, and a huge thundercloud that seemed to drift in from the distant sea of Neon Sea enveloped the entirety of Man City, followed quickly by a torrential downpour.
The waves churned, with the gray tides merging into the misty firmament, and the drifting rain mist made the sunny and bright coastal city, akin to a water-damaged painting, fade away into blurriness, obscuring the view.
In the rain, Little Wild Jiao was delighted, sucking up the raindrops filled with the scent of thunder as if it were a little crop.
Zhu Minglang was utterly bored.
At this seaside, the weather changes were indeed unpredictable.
He had originally planned to take Little Qingzhuo, who had just woken up, a bit farther to challenge some stronger Demon Spirits, but the sudden ocean thunderstorm had drowned everything, and most creatures had hidden in their nests, leaving no trace to be found.
