「Nightfall.」
Fuhai Villa Complex.
The sky was thick with dark clouds, and Celestial Thunder flashed ceaselessly. Silvery, serpentine dragons wove through the inky clouds as flashes of white light illuminated the heavens, a web of lightning stretching across the sky.
BOOM!
Qin Yang sat cross-legged in the courtyard, seemingly one with the world. A thunderstorm raged above his head and the wind rustled the plants beside him, yet he remained as still as a mountain.
The Thunder Technique Fragment within him coalesced.
With every breath.
His exhalations rumbled with thunder, as if Lei Zhenzi were striking his Golden Rod. A single angry shout was like the clash of furious thunder in the firmament...
"Not bad. This is enough comprehension for tonight."
Qin Yang slowly opened his eyes. He gazed up at the celestial phenomena filling the sky and rose to his feet, quite satisfied.
