"Damn it! If this wind doesn't stop soon, I'm really going to lose it!" Liu Zhenhan dispiritedly shook his Eagle Eye Telescopic Glass. The rolling sand and dust obscured the figures on the mud wall almost completely.
No one knew whether his curse actually worked, but all of a sudden, the raging north wind and whirlwind disappeared as if the wind had never blown at all. The dust settled, the sun felt scorchingly hotter, and the accumulated sand in the air began to sprinkle down like spring rain.
"Darn it!" the officers all stared dumbfounded at the Shaman of Divine Songs, thinking to themselves, isn't this a bit too miraculous?
