Gu Tao had just thought about asking a question when a second fierce lightning struck again, but the current still flowed down the armor and hit the mountain below...
Gu Tao: "Are you being this welcoming?"
Of course, no one answered this question, but what followed was the third strike, then the fourth, all the way up to the ninety-ninth. The mountain where Gu Tao had just been had turned black from the strikes, and the flowers and grass that had been there were now gone to ash, yet Gu Tao still hovered mid-air, motionless.
"Captain, did you piss someone off?"
"I don't know, I'm too afraid to ask." Gu Tao scratched his head, "Now what do we do? Run? Or wait?"
"Flip a coin?"