Crack crack!
The storm raged with rain, wind, thunder, and lightning!
Rumbling thunder rolled in from afar, converging into raindrops lashing against the Golden Light Prefecture City!
Shangguan Qinghong crouched on a chair, looking out at the suddenly blurry torrential rain and the misty world shrouded in rising steam, inevitably letting out a sigh.
"What a fierce storm..."
Shangguan Qinghong murmured softly to herself.
She intended to stop Li Che, suggesting he wait for the storm to subside before proceeding.
But Li Che, holding up an oil-paper umbrella, with his ink-colored robes fluttering, charged straight into the tempestuous storm.
It was as if he wanted to challenge the heavens and earth to a battle.
Atop the pavilion.
Lu Yao and the Chief Supervisor were enjoying tea and playing chess, while Lin Xiu stood quietly by their side, silently watching.
From the eaves fell a curtain of water droplets, ceaselessly plunging down.
Beneath the pavilion.
