At some unknown time, the skies suddenly became clouded with dark clouds and a drizzling rain started to fall.
The rain intensified, like a wild serpent whipping the earth, and the trees in the distance swayed with the wind, making rustling sounds. Gravel splashed into the puddles, causing a 'crackling' sound.
The Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng was radiant, unaffected by the rain, yet the jade-green lotus seat it rested on was drenched and glimmered with a crystalline sheen.
Who knows how much time passed before the rain cleared and the skies brightened.
In the Tianyuan Lotus, Nangong Mili, as delicate as a young lady, nestled in Lu Changsheng's arms.
With a graceful and enchanting figure, her devilish form was outlined, beaded with fine sweat, and exuding a rosy sheen of endless allure.
