Ye Qiu smiled faintly, ignoring the two alchemists. In his eyes, they were bound to kneel.
No one believed in him, but Ye Qiu didn't mind; he represented Master Cang, and he couldn't let others bully him.
Ye Qiu's lips curled up as he prepared to release the pill.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The wind rose and clouds gathered as a crack appeared in the pill furnace, and the sky started to fill with dark clouds.
Heavenly Tribulation Clouds.
What is happening? Why did it suddenly become overcast? Some disciples were puzzled; it was clear skies before, but now the weather changed just like that.
"Is it going to rain?" The young disciples of the Zhu family felt like the dark clouds were about to unleash a torrential storm.
"These clouds are so strange; could they be related to him?" Someone started to associate the clouds with Ye Qiu.
"What nonsense, he possibly couldn't summon clouds; it's absolutely impossible." Someone immediately refuted.
