In the evening, it rained on Buji Island.
A really heavy rain.
Just like the earlier eclipse, this was also a weather event outside the Astronomical Observatory's predictions.
Only now, no one was in the mood to complain about the Observatory's negligence. The young Wizards of dorm 403 were all crammed together on the narrow balcony, clutching the window frame, anxiously staring into the distance.
The eclipse had not yet passed, so it was pitch-black outside.
But in that darkness, every now and then a few thin streaks of lightning would flash, illuminating vast swathes of gloomy black clouds, and those two vague, colossal figures confronting each other behind the curtain of clouds.
"—One of them is Old Yao."
