"That's impossible..." Shen Ningning murmured. "Even if there were a rain disaster, it wouldn't last more than a day."
With the golden fruit she had cultivated in her Immortal Realm, she had enough to scorch the entire Cangyun Country under the sun for three years, maybe even longer.
Mo Lingwei's brow furrowed. "No matter. I've already assigned people to watch Ren Pengyi and see what he's up to."
As evening approached, Governor Ren and his family didn't come to invite Shen Ningning for dinner this time.
After last night's thunderstorm, they probably couldn't wait to avoid her.
Instead, the maids brought their meal to their room. Mo Lingwei frowned at the four simple, watery dishes. "This is all we're eating?"
