On the ninth double Chongyang Festival, on Penglai Island, what should have been a clear and sunny day suddenly turned gloomy, with clouds gathering and thunder rolling.
Countless lightning bolts struck the sea, raising thousand-layer waves.
Under Qilin Cliff, a small head poked out from Chu Jiang's tail, taking a peek at the ominous sky outside, full of fear.
"It's okay, the thunder isn't looking for you."
The Chongyang Festival is naturally the time of the year when Yang energy is most intense, and combined with this rolling thunder, it's a dual physical and mental torment for zombies.
Upon hearing Chu Jiang's words, Xiaodie immediately withdrew her head, hiding deep within the tail.
In fact, it's not only her; even Chu Jiang herself felt quite uncomfortable.
Senior Brother Ji Yan is undergoing a tribulation.
Of course, this is the old term, according to the current terminology, it should be called ascension.
