Upon hearing the sound of the heavenly thunder, Zhang Xiaohua immediately thought of the last time he was cultivating in the grass shed of the medicinal field. That rainy night, the thunder that had seemingly struck his heart, the greenery covering the medicinal fields at dawn, the thriving weeds, and the formation of the tiny True Qi in his meridians.
Thinking of these, Zhang Xiaohua immediately stopped organizing, pushed the door open, and ran out, ignoring the rain soaking his entire body.
After running to the medicinal field and hurriedly taking shelter in the grass shed, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but give a bitter smile and shake his head. He had just run back to the small house from the woods to avoid the rain, but in the end, he couldn't escape being drenched like a drowned rat.
