Thunder rumbled faintly in the sky, rolling from east to west. Chen Shi and Red Mountain Hall Master Yu Tiancheng stood beneath the eaves, looking up at the sky. They saw the east covered in dark clouds, while the west was pure white with blinding sunlight.
Gongzhou City in the mid-afternoon was somewhat stuffy and humid, making people feel sweltering hot yet unable to sweat.
The thunder was not loud, but the rain had already arrived.
Chen Shi saw a few drops of water appear on the plantain leaves in the courtyard, followed by the patter of falling rain; the raindrops were very fine.
Before long, rows of rainwater hung down from the grey tiles of the eaves, gradually merging into threads of water.
Chen Shi turned his head to glance at Yu Tiancheng. Yu Tiancheng did not look old, perhaps in his early forties. He belonged to the dignified sort, with a very wide space between his eyebrows, but because his brow was often furrowed, it left wrinkles that could not completely smooth out.
It was not the years carving marks as a knife between his brows.
Rather, daily trivialities constantly troubled this hall master.
His attire was not ornate either, consisting only of a plain blue straight robe with a white collar, a red belt around his waist, and a touch of green cloth on his head, nothing more.
His aura carried a deeply unsettling feeling.
It was the evil qi of which Red Mountain Empress had spoken.
Yu Tiancheng practiced Red Mountain Empress's cultivation technique, but he could not completely refine the evil qi within the moonlight, leading to his own contamination by it.
Although Yu Tiancheng hid it well, Chen Shi was extremely sensitive to evil qi and noticed it instantly.
Yu Tiancheng was gradually turning