"Sizzle~"
Gently rubbing the collar, releasing a charred smell.
"If you roast it any longer, it will burn. If you're not interested in this treasure clothes, let me have it. I'll modify it and save it for my disciple."
"Why is the weather so stuffy and muggy today? It's winter, dry and cold, it shouldn't be like this, right?"
Wu Lingxu released his fingers, rotating his neck. The friction between the collar and neck skin always felt uncomfortable, like clothes washed but not dried in the sun, only drying slowly in rainy weather. Even if he stimulated Qi-Blood to steam it dry, the dampness reattached shortly after, so unusual.
"Is it going to rain heavily?" Fei Taiyu looked up to the sky, his gaze penetrating the dome, as a chess piece dropped between his fingers, "The longer one lives, the more unusual weather one encounters..."
Thick clouds gathered in the distance, black and gray with flickers of white light.
"Crackle..."
