Yunmeng Ze was deluged by a great rain.
It seemed to be the last heavy rain of the year, as if it were determined to drop all the long-accumulated moisture in one go.
Su He's Flying Boat drifted through the rain and hadn't broken through the clouds to rise above them. The Toad sat angrily in front of the rudder, betraying friendship at the sight of color. The Turtle Kid was not a good person; it had been a day and a night, yet it hadn't called the Flying Boat back.
Was he really that impressive?
The Fox, on the other hand, was content to stay in the cabin, not knowing where his master had snatched the sumptuously lavish Flying Boat from. Not only that, but the storage was also packed full, with mock chicken, mock meat, whose flavors far surpassed that of ordinary meat.