'Boom boom boom!'
A peal of thunder sounded outside the window.
Inside the quiet room, Hong Tianbao glanced sideways; that thunderbolt was very peculiar because the sky was clear, yet the thunder struck just like that.
Yuan Feidao, in front of the incense burner, opened his eyes and also looked sideways out the window.
He actually stood up and walked to the window.
"Strange, strange..." Yuan Feidao murmured softly.
"Master?"
Sitting beside Hong Tianbao, the fairy-like Chen Daoling was somewhat puzzled:
"It's just a bolt from the blue, what's so strange about it?"
On the other side, Chen Qiusheng also cast a curious glance.
Yuan Feidao said nothing, merely closed his eyes silently, one breath, two breaths, three breaths later.
When he opened his eyes again, his brow furrowed with a hint of solemnity:
"It's not just a simple bolt from the blue."
"Have you ever seen, in countless bubbles, at the same instant, a simultaneous bolt from the blue?"
Yuan Feidao said blandly:
