Time! Time! Time!
Right now, the most important thing is time.
No sooner had the baggage train moved out all of White Lion's belongings than the Paratu army immediately set about destroying Bianli City—many troops were still on their way back to the main camp at this very moment.
However, the task of destroying Bianli was soon halted.
Due to an unexpected twist of fate, the torrential rain not only ruined the gunpowder but also turned the originally dry and flammable Bianli into a sponge soaked with water.
Choking blue smoke filled the city of Bianli, but in reality, only a few houses caught fire.
The houses could still be ignited from the inside, but the problem was that the fire spread too slowly.
The water drenching the straw roofs and wooden walls had to be completely dried out before the flames could spread to the next house.
This was a far cry from the earlier situation when fires were stoked by the wind, and the flames were fiercer for it.