Boom.
Rumble.
Sudden dark clouds enveloped the sky above White Emperor City, with silver serpents flickering within the thick cumulus clouds, thunder roaring.
In an instant.
Torrential rain poured down, striking the city walls built with huge stones with crackling sounds.
The buildings within the city echoed with the sound of raindrops, but they were much clearer.
Chen Yi stood in his temporary residence, gazing out the window at the scenery, his heart god perception enveloping the entire White Emperor City, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Unlike the various prefectures within the Wei Dynasty, White Emperor City, or all stronghold cities and garrison cities of the Human Race, were the same—built like fortresses specifically for war, whether it was the city walls or the interior residences and shops for rest.
