A short while later, Ling Tian turned back and said, "Ignore him. Relay my question to those in charge of the Violent Wind Gang: Do they need a full year to catch Su HuaiRen? Send my exact words out!"
Ling Chen stuck out her tongue, thinking about the pitiful reactions from those of the Violent Wind Gang when they heard Ling Tian’s orders. However, she also couldn't help them and could only relay the message.
The sky turned dark as the city was suddenly covered by thick clouds. At that moment, a light drizzle covered the city. Ling Tian then stood up and said with a smile, "The drizzle is like silk, the drizzle is like a poem. How can we let down the heavens for giving us such beautiful scenery? Chen’er, are you willing to accompany your husband to take a stroll in the rain?"
"Young noble, you're not waiting for the emperor?" Ling Chen asked.
