The rain curtain torrentially fell, sprinkling between heaven and earth.
The grey, overcast sky, as if night had come early, made one feel extraordinarily cramped and oppressed.
Thunder ripped through the night, the sudden flashes dispelling some darkness, but a thick mist enshrouded the entirety of Fei Lei City, making visibility extremely low.
Outside Xu's Divine Cultivation Institute.
Tall walls stood, and the guards responsible for security sought shelter from the rain.
They hugged their weapons, leaning under the gatehouse roof, listening to the rain furiously beating against the black tiles, then to the scattered sounds of water splashing, slightly distracted.
Ever since the incident at the Yang Family's Divine Cultivation Institute, where the Spirit Child was taken after it was breached.
The Xu Family and An Family had strengthened security at their Divine Cultivation Institutes and increased the number of patrolling martial artists.
The rain was really too heavy.