In the torrential rain, outside the General Mansion, suddenly not a single drop of rain touched the ground.
It seemed as if an invisible force had wiped it away, the bluestone ground became dry and clean in an instant.
It appeared calm, yet the guards outside the General Mansion sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere between the three generals and an unfamiliar young sword cultivator.
The tension was not quite at the point of confrontation.
But as they noticed the smile vanish from the young sword cultivator's face, they immediately felt a tightening in their chests, as if something significant was about to happen.
Instantly, all the nearby soldiers unconsciously gripped their weapons tightly, staring intently at the four individuals with grave expressions.
Even ordinary soldiers felt this way, let alone Lou Yuchun and Shan Yanchang, who had already sensed the coldness beneath Chen Yi's calm demeanor.
