The moment the storyteller finished his tale, everyone clapped their hands and shouted excitedly.
"Good!"
"The Second Prince is always known for his wisdom and benevolence. With him praying for rain, the Heavens will surely hear his prayers and grant his wishes!"
When Yao Zhi heard this, she frowned. Although a locust plague wouldn't form from just 1 or 2 rainfalls, this situation did increase the possibility.
While everyone was praising the Second Prince, an old man suddenly said, "If the Second Prince is really the chosen one, why doesn't he pray to Heaven to stop the rain in the southern area?"
"The southern area has been experiencing several months of heavy rainfall, causing more than 100 villages to be destroyed and hundreds of thousands of people to lose their homes and lives."
After a moment of pause, the old man lamented sadly, "What a sin! After a long drought comes the flood! When will we be able to have a good life, ah?!"
