The following day, Lingyun Peak was graced with rain once more.
The rain began to fall in the latter half of the night.
It wasn't the usual light drizzle; this time, it was a torrential downpour. Large raindrops pounded the ground, making a cracking sound.
Ye Jingcheng couldn't recall how long it had been since he last saw such heavy rain.
All he knew, upon opening the doors and windows, was that the area was full of puddles, washed-away leaves, and mist rising all over the mountain.
At Lingyun Peak, unlike Taihang Market, the array didn't prevent the rain from falling, a concept his fourth brother mentioned once, that the family preferred a more natural Daoist skill.
These simple four words left Ye Jingcheng somewhat unclear.
Ye Jingcheng continued to feed the spirit beasts as usual, especially after completing a competition.
