In cultivation, years passed without notice. In the blink of an eye, it was early July.
On the third day of the month, a Standing Mirror opened at Heaven's Edge in the Holy Spirit Mountain Realm. An old man and a youth stepped out from within.
Rumble!
The sky happened to be thick with dark clouds, lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
Torrential rain poured over the two. The Coir Raincoat Youth showed little reaction, but the Old Man was overjoyed, reaching out to catch the raindrops.
A faint smile rested on Lu Ran's face as he watched Huangfu Zhao, who had changed into a green coir raincoat and blue hat.
It had been four months since Mr. Huangfu joined Lu Ran's sect.
Over the past few months, Huangfu Zhao had returned to Holy Spirit Mountain twice, but unfortunately, each time he arrived at The Ends of the Earth, the place had been shrouded in mist.
Ran Sect's false gods had advanced one after another, their momentum utterly unstoppable!
And this time, The Ends of the Earth was finally free of mist.
What delighted Huangfu Zhao even more was this violent downpour!
Lu Ran understood him well. After all, the Heaven Realm Battlefield never changed. There was no sunrise or sunset, no spring, summer, autumn, or winter.
There was only a thick sea of clouds blanketing the sky.
Now that he saw rain pouring from the heavens, how could he not be stirred?
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Huangfu Zhao actually burst into laughter. He took off his bamboo hat and let the rain fall across his weathered face.
Lu Ran simply stood quietly, watching this warrior past fifty frolic in the rain.
He neither sang nor danced. Did that count as frolicking?
For the mature and steady Huangfu Zhao, it did.