The rain fell quickly, accompanied by the constant wailing sounds around them.
It felt as if someone was crying, crying so sorrowfully, the heart-wrenching cries tugging at the soul and stirring emotions!
On the branches of a towering tree, three figures wearing straw hats stood still, gazing distantly at Feilong City.
Pa, pa, pa!
The rain fell on them, on their straw hats, producing a soft, steady sound.
"It's raining," one of the figures said.
Another figure continued,
"Yes, it's raining.
The Heavenly Tribulation over Feilong City, interwoven with Thunder Sea, has vanished!"
The smallest of the group, a little girl dressed in a white robe and wearing a straw hat, extended her hand at this moment.
Her two fair, tender hands came together, forming a small depression.
The rain fell, landing on her palms.
Then it gathered into a pool of crimson water.
"Ah..." she cried out in alarm as she looked at the blood-red rainwater.
