The time reached nine o'clock.
Zhang Xiaohao bid farewell to Mr. Cheng and turned to go upstairs.
Once in his room, he perked up his ears and listened in on the sounds inside.
Cheng Tianxue and Su Ruobai were whispering to each other, not yet resting.
He shook his head.
Zhang Xiaohao no longer paid attention, glancing at the little one still asleep on the sofa, feeling annoyed.
He almost wished to pin it down and give it a good beating.
Boom boom boom...
The thunder outside showed no sign of stopping, still exploding one after another in the nighttime sky.
"This has been going on for two days straight, who knows when it will end!" Zhang Xiaohao muttered.
Suddenly, inspiration struck.
"Hey! I can take this opportunity to cultivate the Netherworld Demon Body!"
With that thought, Zhang Xiaohao's eyes lit up.
He flipped his palm, retrieving some materials from the Shennong Ring.
A few minutes later, an oversized kite had been made.