PATTER PATTER PATTER...
In the sky, dark clouds gathered.
A violent storm erupted, and within the clouds, flashes of lightning resembled coiling dragons.
Outside the Wind Peng Dojo, raindrops hammered the surface of the sea.
The world grew dim, and a thick, heavy curtain of rain obscured all vision.
"Just a moment ago it was bright and sunny, and now it's all wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning."
Within the Wind Peng Dojo, Fang Yang stood alone, gazing at the sky.
The weather had flipped back and forth like this nearly a hundred times.
Such anomalies always signaled trouble.
Fang Yang wasn't the only one who noticed this; others had as well.
A quarter of an hour later, the violent storm dissipated.
The heavens gradually began to shimmer with layer upon layer of treasured light, manifesting one phantom after another.
These phantoms took the form of Pill Masters, Talisman Masters, or Formation Masters—all appeared as masters of the various cultivation arts!
