It was He Kongyue's face.
Three exceptionally powerful Void Realm Venerables took over the battlefield, supporting the half-collapsed mountain with great effort.
This heavy rain came quickly and left just as fast.
The Sword Cultivators hiding everywhere were jubilant, relieved that their lives had been saved at last.
"This will be the last rain of the winter..."
Fu Cailing looked at the gray sky, shrank slightly, and left.
...
A green light gradually enveloped You Su's Sea of Consciousness, dragging his awareness into an ancient memory.
The Sect Leader brought back a dark-skinned, begging girl, telling her that she would have to follow him for proper cultivation from now on.
She thought she was a dusty pearl discovered, but actually, it was because the Shadow-accepting Sword Sect had a severe shortage of disciples that year, forcing the Sect Leader to find a little beggar to make up the numbers.
