"What a heavy rain!"
Chu Wuya glanced out the window again, where there was also a lotus pond. A red lotus swayed in the wind and rain, its pink petals becoming more delicate and beautiful under the merciless battering.
"I hope Xingyue can awaken the Overlord Emperor Bloodline!"
Chu Wuya silently prayed.
He knew that at this moment, Xingyue might be like the red lotus in the pond, enduring the wind and rain, gritting her teeth to persevere, waiting to emerge as a butterfly from the cocoon.
Uninterested in handling state affairs.
Chu Wuya leaned against the building listening to the wind and rain, watching the lotus sway in the rain.
One day later.
After the last downpour, it seemed the heavens ran out of tears.
The sky finally cleared, the dark clouds scattered, and the sky was a boundless blue.
Warm sunshine pierced through the layered clouds, casting brilliant rays onto the earth.
Bihua Palace.
