Yang Jing and Iron Head stood guard outside the Quiet Chamber. As a Pure-blooded Flood Dragon, the phenomenon of Yinjiao's Transformation was far more magnificent than Iron Head's.
First, rosy clouds steamed and billowed, rising and gathering before transforming into a continuous stretch of dark clouds. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wind howled. In the blink of an eye, the sky opened up into a torrential downpour, forming a vast white curtain of rain that obscured the mountains.
Even the Marketplace at the foot of the mountain was shrouded in the sudden rain, its pavilions and buildings now faint and indistinct.
Yang Jing could only be thankful that this astonishing celestial phenomenon had no Spiritual Qi fluctuations. It just looked like a sudden, heavy shower.
Only when the rain completely stopped did Yinjiao complete his Transformation and walk out of the Quiet Chamber.
