Yang Zhengshan sprang to his feet, walked to the door, and looked up at the sky.
Rumble—
On the southeastern horizon, heavy overcast clouds rolled in with muffled thunder.
Lightning flickered, thunder rumbled, and the overcast clouds spread like thick smoke, reaching the air above Yang Zhengshan's head in moments.
"It's really going to rain!"
Yang Minghao's eyes nearly popped out of his head in astonishment.
Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes.
His feeling had been real.
He could actually sense changes in the weather?
Could I have the ability to forecast the weather too?
Yang Zhengshan was both shocked and delighted—delighted that rain was coming, and delighted that he possessed a special ability.
Splash—
The downpour came as soon as it said it would. Bean-sized raindrops fell, soaking the ground in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterward, cheers rang out all across the garrison fort, and many children ran joyfully through the fort.
"It's raining! It's raining! My lord, it's raining!"
The woman who cooked for them cried out, somewhat losing her composure.
The soldiers from the front office also ran over to report the good news, though in truth there was no need for their report; Yang Zhengshan was neither deaf nor blind.
Far too many people had been waiting for this rain.
Yang Zhengshan stood beneath the eaves, stroking his beard, watching the torrential rain with a faint smile.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The lines of rain wove into a sheet, completely extinguishing the dry heat that had persisted for several months.
At that moment, Yang Zhengshan had a feeling that this rain would be very heavy, and that it would completely resolve Chongshan Town's drought.
Inside Chongshan Pass City.
In the Governor's Office, Lu Chongde looked at the splashing rain and sighed heavily.
"It's finally raining!"