When the curtain of rain fell.
A certain "being" who had been restlessly pacing within the palace suddenly raised his head.
He—or perhaps she... in any case, it was a being whose gender could not be distinguished, with an exceptionally beautiful face, half of it covered by a silver mask, and skin the lively color of wheat.
His expression was exceedingly grave.
"What is this?"
"A divine ability capable of changing the heavens?"
He drew a deep breath.
His dark crimson eyes were filled with barely suppressed irritation.
Yet strangely enough, the expression on the half of his face that was exposed remained very steady, creating an absurd sense of extreme dissonance.
With a wave of his hand.
Puppets of all shapes emerged from every direction around him—beasts, humans, and even all manner of Spirit Race and other foreign races.
They stepped directly into the rain curtain.
They began fighting the rain curtain, invisible yet all-pervasive, as well as Wei Qingye, who was frolicking within it.
But it was obvious they could not stop them.
It was not merely the Sword Cultivator sharpening his sword; even the rain curtain itself was infiltrating this place. Water was inherently capable of slipping through every crack, and Li Ye was controlling it deliberately.
Being able to delay them for even a little while was already a blessing from heaven.
"Lord Envoy."
The true master of this place, the yaksha at his side, said respectfully, "This should be Perfected Person Spirit Leaf of the Four Seasons Sect.
I can sense his spiritual power.
If we can capture him, the Four Seasons Sect will surely fear harming the rat while trying to smash the vase. At that time, perhaps you will be able to leave this world."
Though this yaksha was ugly beyond all reason,