It was not a rainy day since the rainfall had stopped.
The sound of thunder was a boom in a blue sky.
The people who heard the thunderous boom felt like they were being struck by a bolt of lightning.
One Green Mountain disciple fell off his flying sword due to the shock. Fortunately, he was rescued in time to avoid his death by dropping into the stone forest.
Most of the people were stunned speechless. They looked at that young man in white clothing in the hut in a stupor.
Many people suspected that they had heard it wrong because their ears might be damaged by the thunderous boom.
The sound of thunder was still echoing in the sky, as if a huge invisible bird was gliding in the air.
Save for the echoing sound, it was totally noiseless on all the peaks of Green Mountain; it was extremely quiet.
The eyelids that usually drooped on Zhuo Rusui's face were wide open at that moment, his eyes full of shock and surprise.