Boom!
A thunderstorm erupted, heavy rain poured down from the sky.
In the bamboo forest, the light was somewhat dim.
However, a considerable number of people had gathered there.
One side had about ten or more people, some holding bamboo umbrellas, others wearing straw raincoats.
The rainwater hit the bamboo leaves, falling into lines of raindrops.
Zhao Kai and Ding Yan looked at this group of people with serious faces.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder, rainwater soaking their clothes.
Behind them were Cai Zhi, Liu Danian, Hu Weimin, Liu Feifei, and others, roughly seven or eight people.
Zhao Kai wiped the rainwater off his face and shouted in a deep voice, "I don't care what pavilion you belong to, when we came here, this bamboo forest was empty, so it's ours now."
Ding Yan didn't speak but her eyes were filled with killing intent.
The group opposite them burst into laughter upon hearing this.
