The dark clouds dissipated, the Cyan Dragon shattered, transforming into pieces of broken clouds. In an instant, the fragments of clouds connected into lines, which then spread into surfaces, covering the entire sky, as fine rain started to fall from above.
Sunlight illuminated the dark clouds, and the weather looked picturesque, like a watercolor painting with deep and shallow contrasts, inspiring countless imaginations, akin to Xu Chang'an's attire of black and white robe.
Shi Qingjun felt the warm rain falling on her face, raising her head in astonishment.
She had passed through the Heart Tribulation, yet a smoke rain was falling from the sky.
Wasn't that Cyan Dragon disaster an Illusion Realm?
Oh.
Now she was beside Xu Chang'an, where he was, the weather was supposed to be unpredictable, and it was nothing surprising.
