It was getting late.
Jiang Qiao lost track of time as he read. After eating several ice creams, dusk arrived before he knew it.
"Rumble—"
Dull thunder sounded in the distance, interrupting Jiang Qiao's thoughts. Sensing something, he looked toward the distance. Before he knew it, dark clouds had begun gathering, with streaks of lightning flashing through them from time to time.
"How strange."
"Am I really this lucky? I actually ran into a rainstorm in the desert?"
Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes.
After putting his notebook into his pocket, he keenly sensed that something was wrong. As someone who had already given birth to the Thunder Spirit, he could sense anything related to thunder and lightning between heaven and earth.
However, he did not take any action, because the thunderclouds were not coming for him.
Soon.
The light above Jiang Qiao also dimmed. The dark clouds drifted in all directions, already floating over the oasis where he was.
"Rumble—"
Several more ear-splitting peals of thunder rang out. Lightning carved white cracks across the sky, occasionally illuminating the dark earth beneath the thick clouds.
Crackle, crackle... crackle...
Rustle, rustle...
Outside the oasis, the rain had yet to arrive, and the sand had not begun to rise, but a strange sound rang out first.
It sounded like the static of a radio.
Yet no matter how he looked, he could not find any electronic device capable of broadcasting.
Finally.
Jiang Qiao raised his head and looked at the oppressive clouds in the sky.
A smile appeared on his face.
After looking away, he took out another chocolate ice-cream cone and began eating it.
Before Supernatural Revival, when he had stocked up on supplies, he had prepared dozens of tons of ice cream. He was practically a strategic partner of an ice-cream