East Victorious Divine Continent, Jiling City, has endured a drought for three years with not a drop of rain, as if it had been abandoned by the heavens above.
The cracked ground resembled the deeply etched wrinkles on the face of an old man after braving the elements, so stark and so full of helpless sorrow. The faces of the people were all painted with a color of endless despair, as scorching heat and death shrouded the entire city.
"Alright, old Dragon King, make it rain!"
Above the vault of heaven, Sun Wukong, Ao Tian, and the Eastern Sea Dragon King Ao Guang rode clouds high above, with Sun Wukong frowning at the vista of death and gloom below, his brow instinctively creasing.
Sun Wukong was not one to have a compassionate disposition, but such a sight still stirred an inexplicable anger within him. No rain for three years—was this an intent to wipe out the entire city's populace? And in the most cruel way, by dying of thirst!
