"Boom!"
Bolts of thick lightning struck down, heading straight for the rugged and perilous mountain path where Huo Yunjiao was trekking.
Vivid flashes of fire appeared, and after several thunderclaps, they vanished without a trace, leaving only scorched earth and the smoky scent of burning in the air.
The man known as Third Master paused in his stride, his red eyes gazing into the distance toward the east.
Flashes of gold lit up the horizon, as if signifying an auspicious omen.
A sneer formed on Huo Yunjiao's lips, his face expressing disgust, while the hands hidden behind his back clenched into fists.
He continued on his way, and the lightning from the heavens struck once more ahead of him.
This time, the lightning was twice as abundant as before.
