In this way, several days passed continuously. On this day, from morning onwards, the sky began to grow gloomy, and by dusk, a fierce wind had picked up, with dark clouds covering the stars and moon, plunging the world into darkness.
Faced with such terrible weather, Zhao Ya naturally couldn't sit still.
During this time, he was most afraid of rain, because as soon as it rained, even if the kerosene could be used, its effect would be greatly reduced.
So he hurriedly shuttled between the towers of the major city walls.
At the same time, he notified the major Martial Arts Halls to have them prepare in advance.
Some people took this seriously, but others felt Zhao Ya was making a fuss over nothing.
Bang!
When the first drop of rain fell, Zhao Ya stood silently under the eaves of a tower, gazing at the restless rolling dark clouds in the distant sky.
"Looks like this is going to be a torrential downpour," Meng Shiwen sighed beside him.
