"It's raining."
The Main Hall Master raised his eyebrows and reached out to feel the rain.
His gaze fixated on the distant dark clouds and violent winds, suddenly his eyes narrowed again.
The rain was nothing but ordinary rain.
But the dark clouds were so dense that it was eerie, rolling in layers and covering thousands of miles.
The wind grew more violent, increasingly like a raging dragon swirling in a storm.
This kind of violent weather was not that uncommon in the Central Region.
But at this moment, the heart of the Main Hall Master felt a sudden heaviness.
The oppressive dark clouds made him feel breathless; the fierce wind made his robes flap loudly.
He had an inexplicable ominous feeling, as if... a storm was coming, and it was violently unpredictable.
...
In the distance, Xiao Yi had been flying for over two hours.
After distancing himself from the region of the three main halls, and crossing millions of miles, he finally stopped.
Below, was a vast desolate land.
