Inside the camp, the five Gu and nine poisons, and twenty-four evils stirred at the news.
Zenith converged, ready and waiting.
A long while passed.
The enigmatic call of the black cicada continued, safe and sound, nothing happened.
Some exchanged glances, looking toward Meng Yi.
"General, rain!" the guard exclaimed.
"What's wrong with the rain?"
"The rain is different!" The guard rubbed his fingertips and spread open his palm, bright crimson and alluring, "Blood, it's blood rain!"
...
A light rain fell into the forest, landing on the canopy.
Clear water gathered at the tips of the leaves, cascading down together, resonating in unison, making the mountain stream sound like thousands of small brooks.
Might cradled a deep blue great pill, lying vertically at the window, gazing northward through the glass.
