Could it have been exposed? Rain poured down.
The medicinal herbs loaded on the carts were already completely soaked, but at this moment, no one cared.
The Mystic Mechanism Palace disciples stood drenched beneath the torrential rain, staring blankly at the radiant female cultivator who seemed to have suddenly appeared before them.
Lü Wangqiu was not soaked by the rain, because before raindrops the size of beans came within three feet of her, they were already flung away.
They then turned into a faint white mist that enveloped her entire body.
Most unbelievable of all, Lü Wangqiu had not used her protective Immortal Qi to deflect those raindrops.
She had used Sword Intent.
Countless incomparably tiny strands of Sword Intent surged upward against the sky, striking the raindrops falling from above.
With every breath, Lü Wangqiu unleashed tens of thousands of exceedingly minute and exquisite strands of Sword Intent, shattering every raindrop that fell within three feet of her.
Clear Sword Heart.
Lü Wangqiu's control over Sword Intent had already reached the pinnacle.
Or rather, she had been born this way.
Not only did she possess Innate Sword Intent—Lü Wangqiu was also a natural-born Sword Cultivator.
The dark clouds overhead suddenly began to rotate slowly.
At first, it was only a sluggish, barely perceptible flow.
Then they spun faster and faster, more and more violently, forming a massive vortex centered directly above Mystic Mechanism Palace's mountain gate.
The clouds churned, compressed, and condensed within the vortex. Gradually, vague facial features emerged from the chaos—
Brow ridges, eye sockets, a nose bridge, a jawline.
It was a face formed from dark clouds, so enormous that it blanketed the entire mountain gate and cast thousands of zhang around it beneath its shadow.
At the same time, it was a familiar face.
Mystic