The rain pattered down, a pleasant melody.
In the room, Meng Qiewei sat down gently, savoring the scent of the rain.
It had seldom rained since the Great War.
The land had been devastated, its people plunged into misery.
Even here, a place nourished by powerful Cultivators, recovery was only just beginning.
It was impossible to know how many years other places would need to recuperate.
Rain itself required Cultivators from the Immortal Sect to bring it forth, using the Immortal Sect's Spiritual Qi.
Governing under the Immortal Sect was far more complex than one could imagine.
After a moment of silence, Meng Qiewei spoke. "Have they chosen anyone?"
"Not yet," Qing Dai said, shaking her head. "They think it's still too early. He's only at Foundation Establishment. No matter how outstanding a Foundation Establishment Cultivator is, they can't truly be considered a Celestial Pride.
"Continuing to observe and maintain good relations is the correct path.
