In Longzhou's dog days of summer, the weather was as fickle as a menopausal old lady—its countenance could change at a moment's notice. Just before, the sun was scorchingly bright, the heat unbearable.
But in a moment, a massive cloud of darkness floated over from somewhere, cloaking the entire sky.
The dark clouds pressed down, accumulating with the threat of a torrential downpour.
And at that moment, between the crisscrossing mountains, above the patches of yellow soil, the gods stood upon the void, silently observing from above.
Within a few kilometers around, there was a deadly stillness, broken only by the whistling south wind, which brought with it a hint of moisture.
"It's going to rain!"
Some looked up at the sky and thought to themselves silently.
