The rain fell in a veil of silver, cascading between heaven and earth.
The sky, shrouded in gray, felt as if night had descended prematurely, pressing down on everything with a sense of suffocating dread.
Lightning tore through the dark heavens, its sudden brilliance dispelling some of the gloom—but the dense mist enveloping Fei Lei City rendered visibility exceptionally low.
Outside Xu's Divine Cultivation Institute.
Tall walls stood in sharp relief, a bastion of security. The guards tasked with patrolling had taken refuge from the rain in a sheltered corner.
They clutched their weapons tightly, leaning against the gate and listening to the furious pounding of the raindrops against the black tiles above, splintering into fragments with sharp, chaotic bursts. Their minds wandered in quiet distraction.
*Ever since the Yang Family's institute was overrun and the Spirit Child was taken, a cloud of anxiety had hung over them.*