"This timid-looking black cloud is called 'Hei Mian'."
"It can rain stones!"
Shachi said.
At her words, Indra looked down, his gaze falling upon the black cloud as it rolled and surged, dark and dense like a lump of coal.
"Come here!"
Indra beckoned with a smile.
Whoosh!
"Hei Mian" immediately rushed over with all its might.
As it flew, streams of black smoke drifted from the cloud, clanging with a clang and rattle. It was like the advance of a train, or stones colliding, and a rain of fine pebbles fell down.
The other three clouds also flew over eagerly.
"They sure like you!"
Shachi exclaimed with delight.
At this moment.
The cloud of golden rain "Feng Rao", the red blossoms of "Fan Rong", and the grey "Chen Yun" rushed over swiftly, immediately clustering around Indra, enthusiastically swirling non-stop, pushing the sluggish "Hei Mian" to the back.
All four clouds swirled around Indra.
