"This journey to Blood Mount seems far too long, going alone truly poses some difficulties," Chu Yi murmured to himself, yet before his eyes appeared a stream. He felt his throat parched and hurriedly dashed over to take a deep drink.
"This mountain spring is indeed sweet and refreshing." Chu Yi wiped the corner of his mouth, feeling completely satisfied, and lay down on the grass to rest. Suddenly, the sky turned overcast with thunder and lightning.
He frowned slightly and looked in the direction of Blood Mount, feeling a surge of hopelessness. If he continued on his journey so leisurely and alone, who knew when he would arrive at Blood Mount.
Amidst the booming thunder, Chu Yi felt exceptionally irritated; then, a bolt of lightning startled him into sitting up sharply.
"Golden Thunder?"
Chu Yi rubbed his eyes, fearing he was hallucinating.
"Crack—"
