Li Lu pushed open the wooden door of the wine room, and outside the house in the deep night, the rain brought a chill, forming a white curtain, ceaselessly continuous. Above the sky, storm clouds surged, and between the flashes of silver snakes, the thunderstorm drowned out the sound of dragon and elephant.
However, in the small courtyard, Li Lu saw it clearly.
Under the old locust tree, the figure was shrouded in golden light. Faintly, a phantom of one dragon and one elephant formed, seemingly like a deity descending to the earth.
"Master... he broke through again!"
Li Lu was genuinely delighted for Su Mu, but amid the intense joy, a few worries arose. That dragon-elephant surrounded figure was too dazzlingly brilliant, while she was merely like a firefly in comparison to the bright moon, a vast difference.
"Perhaps one day, Master will leave..."
