Rumble, rumble...
The sound of muffled thunder resounded, and twisted, snake-like lightning tore through the sky. The thick clouds gave an extremely oppressive feeling.
Lu Ye looked up at the sky, his eyes slightly squinted.
"I wonder when this damned weather will end." The rough man squatting beside him muttered, spitting to the side as if venting the dissatisfaction in his heart.
"How long has this weather been going on?" Lu Ye asked.
"Two months." The man replied cautiously. Although he was an ordinary person, he knew about cultivation. Lu Ye, with his extraordinary demeanor, was clearly someone who had achieved great success in cultivation, naturally making him both yearn for and fear Lu Ye.
Lu Ye remained silent.
To this rough man, such weather wasn't anything special, just a bit harsh. He only cared whether the crops in his fields could grow and whether he could harvest enough grain for the next year come autumn.
But what Lu Ye saw was naturally different.
