It was the season of endless rain in the south. Not far away, the Nanjiang Celestial Gate burned. The fire attack by the Hundred Schools' Righteous Army had caused the Nanjiang River to boil and set innumerable forests ablaze. A torrent of water vapor surged upward, stirring the clouds over the entire Southern Celestial Capital and even the surrounding Divine Wood, gathering them into churning, thunder-filled storm clouds.
A kite made of silver and copper wire shot up from between the branches of the Banyan Tree. Su Zhou used his Thunder Technique to draw it into his hand, then wound it around his Long Spear.
'The Hundred Schools made thorough preparations before launching their attack.'
And Su Zhou's suggestion, of course, was part of it.
