Zhou Qingqing's heart stirred slightly.
She naturally knew what Tiger Strength Immortal's rain prayer had been like in the original course of events.
He burned talismans, kowtowed to command tokens, and summoned the Wind, Thunder, and Rain Departments.
In the end, Sun Wukong had threatened them with the As-You-Will Gold-Banded Staff. Feng Bo had not dared to blow the wind, Thunder Duke had not dared to strike the thunder, Lightning Mother had not dared to flash the lightning, and the Dragon King had not dared to bring the rain.
Tiger Strength Immortal had stood on the altar for half a day without even managing to produce a fart.
He had been humiliated beyond measure.
But things were different now.
In this course of events, Tiger Strength Immortal was not using that method of summoning the Wind, Thunder, and Rain Departments.
He was using the Five Thunder Ritual.
The Five Thunder Ritual was the Daoist School's orthodox secret art for praying for rain.
It used one's own magic power as a guide and borrowed the power of thunder to stir up wind and rain.
This was a proper Daoist School method.
It was not a heterodox path.
It was not some evil or crooked technique.
It was genuine orthodox Daoist magic.
Zhou Qingqing's brows furrowed slightly.
[Since the Preaching Squad wanted to restore Daoism's reputation, they naturally would not interfere at this point. They intended to fight fair and square.]
[That was good, then. Little White Dragon would be the first to suffer.]
The Heavenly Venerates in the Three Pure Ones Hall nodded one after another.
After witnessing Tiger Strength Immortal's process of praying for rain, the Preaching Squad should soon realize this as well.
Rumble.
A muffled peal of thunder came from the horizon.
Little White Dragon looked up.
His