Yue Mengsheng said, "Who knows? After all, he's a Tier Three Mastery Level Spirit Nurturing Master, stronger than us by a wide margin. Let's just keep watching." With that, the three fell silent again and turned their gazes back outside.
Outside, as the white clouds tumbled across the sky, they descended to about twenty or thirty meters, blanketing the entire Fourth Flower Sea. Yet, not a single drop of rain fell from them.
At this moment, Zhang Deming raised a hand. A stream of clear, vibrant water emerged from his palm as a creature, part-snake and part-dragon, materialized and coiled around him.
The vibrant stream of water flowed into the top of the Water Dragon's head. The Water Dragon shot up into the sky, plunged into the clouds, and began to swim within them.
After the Water Dragon joined them, a subtle change came over the clouds, which now pulsed with Spirituality.
Seeing this, Zhang Deming spoke again, "Rainfall!"
