Weapons are ready, we have shelter, and the sky is gradually turning dark.
Old Xu raised his brows and glanced at the sky. At this moment, the horizon resembled a sullen child, the once gray-white complexion gradually darkening, the thick blackness causing one's mood to gray with it.
Soon, a thunderous roar exploded in the sky, followed by a bright silver streak tearing a gap in the veiled clouds.
"KUCHA!"
Thunder accompanied by lightning, wildly danced across the sky. Seeing such a scene, Old Xu hurriedly called the youngster indoors.
Perhaps Old Xu's previous teachings had taken effect, as this time the young man surprisingly did not resist.
Upon hearing Old Xu's call, he hung his head and obediently walked into the house.
Old Xu was quite surprised by this outcome, but in any case, the boy's change was a good thing.
After entering the house, Old Xu quickly set up Lei Tong's previous creation in a good position.
