PATTER PATTER PATTER…
The sky was thick with dark clouds. Rain cascaded down like a waterfall, pouring relentlessly upon the earth and turning it into a vast ocean.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Fang Yang slowly walked out of the Profound Mysterious Study. He boarded a horse-drawn carriage and set off toward the White Feathered Eagle encampment.
BOOM—
A colossal pillar of lightning, like a silver serpent, streaked across the sky, instantly tearing through the gloom.
It illuminated the land for a fleeting moment, drawing the gazes of the four Pavilion Elders in the Profound Mysterious Study upward.
"They say spring rain is as precious as oil. Spring is here once again. I wonder if the clan will let those youngsters who've just reached Enlightenment come out this year," Elder Hua remarked with a sigh.
