DRIP, DROP.
Wang Linchi suddenly stopped, realizing it had started to rain outside.
Normally, there would be no Black Rain around the Rooster Crow Temple, but now, the Black Rain had actually arrived.
If White Wind hadn't been disabled by him, it should be White Wind arriving now... right?
Before Wang Linchi could finish his thought, he heard a rustling sound amidst the falling rain.
"You wouldn't happen to be the Son of Destiny, would you? Every time you're in danger, someone conveniently shows up to save the day," Wang Linchi said to the Buddha statue head in his hand.
White Wind had been disabled by him. Ever since realizing White Wind represented insects, he had contemplated whether there might be other instances of it. After all, they were insects, not actual wind.
"Even White Wind broke its rules for you. It usually only appears on the fifteenth of every month," Wang Linchi joked, though his expression remained grave.
