The clouds over Tian Long were dark and oppressive, making people feel stifled.
This weather had persisted for over three months.
The entire Tianyong Mountain was shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere.
Cold winds howled, taking away the last leaf from the trees.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky!
Boom!
The sound of thunder echoed through the heavens.
Tianyong Mountain was engulfed in flashes of lightning and thunder.
The lightning illuminated the originally dark sky.
However, this particular clap of thunder was highly unusual.
"This weather is truly oppressive! Could there be a catastrophe approaching?"
Wang Ye stood with his hands behind his back by the window, gazing at the dark clouds.
His face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.
Meanwhile, countless people were paying attention to this bolt of lightning.
Inside the Heavenly Mystery Tower.
"Let me, the old man, perform a divination for Tianyong Mountain!"
