Rain.
It fell again.
In the whole world, every existence began to brace for the rain calamity.
First floor of the bar.
At this moment, Wu Xiaode, Jiang Shanglan, and Shen Feixue were also worried about the onslaught of the rain calamity.
But on the second floor—
In a certain room.
It was the same three people, yet under the cover of Luminous Flames, they were each contentedly doing their own thing.
—After all, what was to happen next would not change.
Jiang Shanglan sat on the sofa with her eyes closed, silently mouthing something while occasionally forming Dharma Seals with her hands.
Dozens of planetary shadows appeared above her head.
Wu Xiaode did not know what she was doing.
But she had said that it was very important and had to be done immediately.
Alright.
Let's not disturb her for now.
Shen Feixue leaned against the bed.
The two angels, Extreme Good and Judgement, sat beside her, one on each side.
