Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed as the spring rain arrived on schedule. The stormy night, with howling winds and torrential rain, seemed to be shrouded in a veil of darkness.
The perfect timing Lv Yuan had been waiting for quietly arrived. With a determined gaze and stern expression, he led his followers and several masters, like a group of silent night phantoms, stealthily approaching the hiding place of the old man and Shi Feiyang.
An exhilarating battle was about to unfold in this stormy night, and the entire Suzhou Prefecture seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the final outcome of this fateful clash.
Under the cover of night, Taihu Lake appeared extraordinarily tranquil, the lake surface gently caressed by the spring rain, rippling with delicate waves. On the shore, willow branches swayed in the breeze, as if telling ancient and mysterious tales.
In the distance, the mountains faintly visible in the night, together with the lake, painted a serene and distant picture.
