Dark clouds rolled violently, and sand flew about chaotically.
The entire heavens and earth seemed to press down in an instant, heavily shrouding everyone's head, suffocating them.
Wang Baichuan stood restlessly at the entrance to the village, his feet scattered with countless cigarette butts. Seeing Zi Ling and an odd-looking old man suddenly appearing nearby, he quickly jogged over, "Zi Ling, what's going on here?"
Zi Ling shook her head somewhat blankly, "The situation is that I don't even know what exactly is going on, but Qingzi is transcending tribulation!"
"Transcending tribulation? What tribulation?" Wang Baichuan asked loudly, somewhat confused.
"It's just that Qingzi's strength has broken through, and he's currently in the midst of transcending tribulation. We were just watching when suddenly Sister Yan sent us out," Zi Ling muttered, staring at the sky where the threatening black clouds kept rolling wildly.
