"It's raining?" The group murmured in surprise, not expecting rain to suddenly fall inside.
"Something's off. Look—the sky feels strange, doesn't it?" Yue'er asked, gazing upward. The heavens seemed transformed, stretching like a vast mirror with powerful spirit energy rippling across its surface.
"Something's off. I think we should leave immediately. If we delay, who knows what might happen," Zheng Yuan said, his expression turning grave.
"But we've already come this far. Leaving now feels like giving up," Chen Tao countered, his gaze fixed on the sky's transformation.
"The path of cultivation—fortune and misfortune are intertwined. How can we know what awaits us, whether blessing or curse, without daring to venture forth?" Shen Shiqi narrowed his eyes, showing no intention of leaving.
"Hahaha, indeed!" Yang Hao laughed aloud. Glancing at his bandaged wound, then up at the sky, he chuckled, "I'm also curious—what exactly is waiting for us?"
