The night the door lock broke, Wei Anning felt the terrifying power of a hurricane hitting the island.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky that afternoon, with fierce winds and raging waves on the sea, as though Sun Wukong was stirring the ocean with his Golden Cudgel, an intimidating sight.
The servants in the castle hurried about, closing doors and windows, preparing for the approaching storm.
Wei Anning hadn't watched the news and thought it was just a regular storm, which might be a bit more terrifying on the island than on the mainland, so she didn't pay it much mind. Seeing the servants so tense, she even comforted them, "It's just a storm, don't be afraid."
By dinner time, the wind had gotten even stronger. Outside the castle, the large trees swayed violently, as if they were about to be uprooted.
The power of nature was truly fearsome, and Anning drew her neck in fearfully. Looking at Leng Youchen, who appeared calm across from her, she asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
