At some point, a rustling sound started outside as pea-sized raindrops began to fall.
The rain fell hard and fast, drumming straight down on the eaves.
"You seem to get rain year-round here."
Shui Ziming's train of thought was interrupted, and he glanced outside.
Bai Mo said, "It's probably because we're so close to Celestial Barrier Mountain. The moisture in the air gets trapped, which is why it rains."
"But not that often."
Wei An, standing nearby, showed little curiosity. He sensibly went to start a fire and heat up the dishes.
Brother Shui looked at Bai Mo and said in a low voice,
"Brother Bai, do you have any idea why the Miaofa Sect would just hand over Immortal Arrival City for no apparent reason?"
"A city this important, even if it was poorly managed by their disciples, is still a lucrative asset—more than enough for an entire branch of the sect to make a living!"
