Boom!
Dark clouds tumbled, and suddenly a torrential downpour began.
On the official road, a carriage was being laboriously escorted by more than a dozen knights.
The world was dark, and suddenly another crash of thunder sounded.
Zhu Ling'er lifted the carriage curtain, comforting the young boy in her arms with a gentle voice, "Little brother Long'er, be good, don't be afraid, it's just thunder... Once you reach the Xuanhai Sect and cultivate Daoist Skill, you, too, will be able to command the wind and the rain, and wield the might of true Divine Thunder."
Zhu Long'er, after all, was just a child, and after making a fuss for a while, he fell into a deep sleep.
Only then did a look of concern flash across Zhu Ling'er's face, "This storm and thunder are truly peculiar..."
"Miss!"
At that moment, a knight came to the side of the carriage window.
