"Clouds gather in the firmament, winds dance from all four directions. Heaven and earth commune, rain falls in gentle, flowing threads. Waters of the clouds, transform into a torrential downpour. Haste, haste, as the laws and decrees command!"
In the underground plaza, far from where Sara sat in meditation, Li Fusheng formed hand seals with his fingers, chanting incantations within the range of his Calling Wind spell.
Yet aside from the air becoming somewhat more humid, there was no sign of a torrential downpour—not even a light drizzle.
Chapter 25