Yong'an City, Qingfeng Temple.
In an elegant courtyard, Mo Huai'an stood on the steps under the eaves, gazing up at the azure sky.
The mood of this young mage matched the sweltering heat.
He's been in Yong'an for half a month already, staying at Qingfeng Temple for more than ten days, but there's been no word from the sect, and Fang Hui hasn't come out of seclusion yet.
During this time, Mo Huai'an had even gone out with Zhang Yuan.
The weather remained scorching and dry throughout this period, while inside Yong'an City, the festivities continued as usual.
But outside the city, the sight of starving corpses was unbearable.
Knowing the miserable situation in the state capital, one can only imagine what the villages and towns below are suffering through!
Mo Huai'an's mood worsened by the day, to the point where he could hardly stay any longer.
Thinking of the scene where a drought fiend emerges and the land turns to waste, this young mage couldn't help but sigh deeply.
