RUMBLE—
Thunder shook the heavens as wind churned the clouds. Without warning, raindrops the size of beans began to pour.
A misty curtain of rain descended upon the boundless Imperial City. Splendid, golden-roofed buildings flickered in and out of view, as if the entire mortal realm had fallen silent.
Chen Che sat in a pavilion, a white stone in hand, playing a game of Go with Xiao Chan. The Little Chick stood on his shoulder, listlessly watching the hazy, misty rain. Due to the uncertain situation, it was forbidden from flying out of the estate.
It had been over a month since they made contact with Meng Qianxun. Both of their injuries were now mostly healed. All that remained was a bit more quiet rest to return to their peak condition.
However, during this time, another piece of bad news arrived:
Duobao had come down from the mountain.
