Xiaotian truly believed it now, because the truth was right before his eyes.
First there was Zuo Ci, and the person he conjured. Although that person had dull, lifeless eyes and a somewhat wooden expression, it was just like a real human being—like some kind of clone technique.
Then there was this calling of wind and rain. The sky had clearly been bright and cloudless just a moment ago, but Yu Ji had simply breathed out, and the rain had started pouring down just like that. How could anyone explain this? Will someone please explain this?
Chapter 122