The celestial phenomena are unpredictable.
When Chen Mo first entered the palace, the weather suddenly changed, with lightning and thunder in the air.
By the time he reached the Shenxiao Temple, a loud clap of thunder sounded, and heavy rain began to pour down.
Chen Mo waved his hand, True Qi emitting from his body, and as the rain was about to fall on him, it parted to the sides.
Zhao Fujin arrived a little late...
"The weather changes just like that, such a heavy rain soaked my shoes."
Zhao Fujin, dressed in a snow-white dress with black hair flowing gently down her shoulders as if freshly washed, looked particularly soft and elegant, akin to a white lotus descending into the mortal world.
Upon entering the Daoist temple and seeing Chen Mo, she unconsciously lowered her head, her face slightly flushed.
