Hearing the other party's tense tone, Ye Feng couldn't help but cough lightly, "This time, the Dragon Lord didn't sense anything. It was me who noticed something amiss. Look up at the sky."
On the other end of the phone, Bai Yinghui immediately responded, "Are you referring to the imminent downpour, and you're worried about flooding?"
"It seems you all know already." Ye Feng was somewhat surprised at first but soon relieved.
If he could deduce such a situation from the weather forecast, then there was no reason for the meteorological bureau not to issue a warning.
"What do you plan to do about it?" Ye Feng asked right after.
"If the impending disaster is merely flooding, then actually, we are not worried. In our Yang City, thanks to the protection of the Dragon Lord, the city's drainage system has not been damaged. We only need to evacuate residents from the lower-lying areas," Bai Yinghui explained.
Ye Feng: "What about the other cities?"
