Around ten o'clock, the sky suddenly darkened. Endless black clouds piled up, completely shrouding the entire sky beneath a curtain of night. Amid flashes of lightning and peals of thunder, raindrops the size of beans poured down in a torrential downpour, like a waterfall plunging from the heavens with overwhelming force.
Tang San had just arrived outside the sect gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Before he could submit his calling card, he was caught in the rainstorm. This sudden, extraordinarily heavy downpour sent the disciples guarding the gates running into the buildings beside them for shelter. Seeing Tang San and his carriage still outside, they kindly invited him in to take refuge. The rain was far too heavy; hiding in the carriage was hardly the best option.
The small leader of the guards glanced at Tang San, who was brushing a little rainwater from his clothes, and found it rather unbelievable. In such heavy rain, Tang San was not completely soaked. Yet Tang San had troubles he could not voice. If he had not used his Soul Power to raise an invisible barrier, his clothes would have been drenched long ago. But under the terrifying impact of bean-sized raindrops, even the Soul Power barrier had been breached, leaving his clothes slightly wet. He could not help wondering whether this was really ordinary rain. He was, after all, a Soul Emperor. Yet even the Soul Power barrier he had cast was struggling to hold back the rain. In all his fifteen years of memories, he had encountered rain this heavy only a few times.
Tang San nodded to the small leader and said with a smile, "Brother, my name is Tang San. I came to visit your Sect Master. I know him. I just graduated from Blue Tyrant