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Chen Xi trembled slightly, then realized he seemed to have stiffened a bit. Looking up at the raging storm, it suddenly occurred to him that everyone is different, and therefore, the spiritual power born from the soul has different effects for each person.
Chen Xi was not quite sure which aspect his spiritual power enhanced, but according to his feeling, the person causing the rain's spiritual power likely bolstered something like mist.
It seemed like the same rain, but with that little bit of enhancement, the slight chill was enough to slow down an unprepared party during an ambush by a beat, and that beat could determine victory or defeat.
Lub Su stood at the entrance of the Political Office, catching the rain with his hand, its coolness seeped into his skin. Apart from wisdom, this slight edge was what he was most proud of, one that could inadvertently tip the balance.