Outside, the world had turned chaotic.
The warm calm inside Hu Yan's cave was a sharp contrast to the storm shaking the tribe grounds. Rain poured down in long silver sheets, soaking everything in sight. The mud was already forming, puddles widening, and water rushing between the trees.
And right in the middle of the storm, the tribe leader stood completely drenched.
Su Mingxuan didn't even blink as rain streamed down his sharp face. His eyes were fixed on the gray sky, unreadable but heavy.
The priest beside him, in comparison, was trying very hard to keep himself dry; he was holding two enormous leaves folded together like a makeshift umbrella over his head.
It wasn't helping much.
Rain dripped steadily off the leaf edges, splashing on the priest's shoulders. But he stood there calmly, as if none of it bothered him.
A group of beastmen gathered behind them, some soaking wet, others using hides to cover their heads. All of them looked uneasy.
