The winter rain was exceptionally cold, with the fine drizzle carried by the chill wind, soaking everything it touched.
Veronia looked puzzled at Feng Yuan, who stood in the rain wearing a black raincoat. She couldn't understand what possessed him, and even Tamur seemed to be acting just as strangely.
Qi Chen and Dou Yanlan had not come to find Feng Yuan, even though it was raining, they could not relax their patrol and vigilance. Considering safety issues, they moved out with a large force, acting in a big group.
Gazing at the incessant cold rain, Qi Chen muttered with bewilderment,
"What is Feng Yuan thinking about? Why go to the trouble of doing this?"
This rain did not come suddenly, or rather, from the start, everyone knew it would rain today. The reason was simple: it was not natural rainfall but the Ultimate Move of the Divine Beasts, or in other words, a rain over Maomu City requested by Feng Yuan in circumstances that no one else understood.
