"Blame me, I've been too immersed in..."
"I understand. You're seeking a breakthrough. Perhaps I can assist you," the Ancestral Temple Goddess continued to say.
As she finished speaking, the Ancestral Temple Goddess deliberately fixed her gaze on Zhu Minglang. Her damp eyelashes held a few dewdrops of rain, glistening brightly, while a faint smile began to bloom in her eyes.
Zhu Minglang held the umbrella in his hand, unsure if the shaking was due to the fierce wind or relentless rain.
"The rain's getting heavier. Let's talk indoors," suggested the Weaver Star.
"Alright."
...
Back at the courtyard, Zhu Minglang was chilled to the bone.
He cast a glance at the Paired Immortal Birds.
"You two little ancestors, what's your deal?" Zhu Minglang scolded them fiercely.
"Chirp chirp chirp~~~~~"
