The rain poured down.
Seemingly, every drop of rain fell on Art, but upon closer observation, it could be seen that tiny Pilgrims were neatly arranged on the surface of Art's body, holding high canopies to shield the rain away.
The canopies were tightly interlocked, as if adding another layer of skin on the existing one, with no significant change in appearance, yet effectively screening all scene factors from the outside, guarding against everything.
Art was more cautious than ever, as he was just one step away, the simplest step, and did not want any lapses at this stage.
Currently,
Art looked at William who descended like a God, especially when he saw Mr. Yi fitting seamlessly on William's back, he instantly understood the source of the other's confidence.
But seeing Yi Chen's aged, bleeding, and terrible state, Art shook his head somewhat helplessly, then laughed heartily.
