The voice had hardly faded away when Qing Ya's figure vanished amidst a booming sound like the flapping of giant wings, leaving behind only a few crow feathers accompanied by the strange thing.
The strange thing raised its right hand to its chin and quietly looked up at the sky as the wind blew the distant dark clouds closer, gradually shrouding the air. The first raindrop fell upon its cheek.
"Looks like it's going to rain..."
The strange thing tilted its head back, its hollow eyes reflecting the gloomy sky.
After a while, as the rain curtain grew heavier and the torrential rain enveloped the city, its mouth corners faintly curled up.
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Twenty-five minutes earlier, Hongdeng Commercial District.
Ke Xiaomo, wearing a grey T-shirt and sweatpants, and donning a duckbill cap, was hidden behind a street corner billboard, quietly gazing at the silhouette of the blue owl.
