Yan Lin looked at the soaked Li Shang who had been fished out of the water.
He then looked up at the sky again.
Soon, something flashed through his mind, and his dark pupils swiftly narrowed.
"Could it be, someone is playing tricks?"
"Exactly. From the foggy water for tea at the Princess Residence to Xixi's slip, and then to tonight's lack of response from my rain-seeking ritual, I have become even more certain of my conjecture."
"It's not that it doesn't rain in Jiangnan, but rather that it rains... we just can't see it."
"From the moment we stepped into Jiangnan, we have been living in a false world—one where it will never rain."
Hearing Chu Baihan's words, the others were still a bit confused, but Yan Lin quickly caught on.
He spoke with surprise, "Could it indeed be a formation?"
