The rain had fallen for a day and a night.
The rain on the Floating Island had a unique flavor, resembling countless silver threads dropping from the gloomy sky, connecting with the ink-colored Forest. In the distance, a pale blue water mist arose, blending the edge of the Forest and the distant mountains into it.
The river water tumbled down into the sea, transforming into a silvery splendor, and the silver flowers formed into a mist, merging into the surging Cloud Sea. A vast expanse of gray, the storm's eye in the sky moved southward, resembling a cloud wall that covered half the sky, thousands of meters high.
Inside, flashes of lightning continually passed through.
Near Cloud Bay, a lonely island floated in the distance, with a curved tree standing tall in the rain. This peculiar sight captivated Fang Hong for a while before he withdrew his gaze.
