Bai Chuwei stood up and walked to the window, holding the balcony in her hands and looking at the gloomy sky outside, a difficult-to-describe curve lingering on her lips.
The Heavenly Dao is truly skewed.
So skewed that she can no longer just look on.
Has it already begun playing tricks, trying to sabotage her fallback plan?
The Immortal Island has been hiding for all these years, just as her final retreat. And now, it has quietly caused trouble.
Good.
Very good.
Bai Chuwei laughed instead of getting angry, her laughter carrying a chill in the air. She watched the gloomy sky clearly, with dark clouds gathering and raindrops pouring down.
"Clear up," Bai Chuwei suddenly said two words, her tone indifferent, "If it dares to rain again, I'll pierce the sky directly."
