Chapitre 326: The True Meaning Within

"It’s raining! Raining!" In Oz, a village in the wilderness, the villagers in rags cheered and worshipped the panting young man as if he was a god. The man had short hair, defined features, and dark skin.

Looking at the pouring rain, he plopped onto the ground. Mud splashed onto him. "Stop celebrating. I haven’t even grasped a bit of the essence from the movement The Tempest. This storm just uses the water vapor in the air. It can only last a few hours. Hurry and collect the water."

The villagers froze before hurrying back to their homes and flipping through the cabinets for anything that could hold water. The bustling place quickly emptied. Only the young man remained.