Above the azure sky, it seemed like a crack had formed from which torrents of rain cascaded through the clouds, splattering into countless water droplets upon hitting the puddles below.
A faint blue light tore through the curtain of rain and crashed into the heart of Emerald Light City, like a meteorite plunging straight into a courtyard.
In the blink of an eye, courtyard walls collapsed and rainwater surged into ponds, forming little streams.
The pitter-patter of the rain became increasingly dense, shattering the silence.
Miao Luan struggled to prop herself up, taking in the familiar surroundings of the courtyard with a slight ease of spirit. Her head began to feel involuntarily dizzy, and the wound on her abdomen continued to ooze blood.
The poisoned dagger in the hands of that female cultivator was lethal. The fact that Miao Luan had managed to make it this far was no small feat.
