The weather outside was simply atrocious. Wenxiu Lord curled up in an armchair, holding a cup of hot tea, his attention entirely absorbed by the apocalyptic scene beyond the room.
Torrents of rain poured down, and the dark clouds hung so low it seemed as though the sky were about to collapse. Thunder dragons surged through the layers of clouds, occasionally bringing blinding flashes of daylight.
It was still far from sunset, but aside from the howling wind, Wenxiu Lord heard no other sound. Not even a low-flying bird could be seen within his field of vision.
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