It was raining.
The moment the Mountain Lord opened his inky-black eyes, clouds gathered.
As the saying went, clouds followed the Dragon, wind followed the tiger. Now that both wind and clouds had arrived, the only possibility left was something strange.
"Hey! You two!" Xiang Liang stared blankly for a moment as Xiang Yu and Xiang An suddenly bolted into a run, then shouted after them.
But the brothers paid no heed to Xiang Liang's words and kept sprinting, their feet kicking up a huge wall of dust from the dry ground.
"My lord!?" Zishu was at a complete loss, utterly baffled by Xiang Yu and Xiang An.
Xiang Liang was equally flustered, his eyes flickering as he thought rapidly. "Wait here. I'll go after those two brothers!"
With that, he started running as well, though he was far slower than Xiang Yu, let alone Xiang An.
"Hm? This rain is rather strange." The middle-aged man frowned, faintly catching an odd scent in the air.
A very strange scent.
Meanwhile, Xiang Yu and Xiang An had already reached the foot of Pang Mountain and begun climbing.
However.
The instant the brothers stepped onto Pang Mountain, black vapor rose from the ground.
"Chimei!" Xiang An roared, drawing the bronze sword at his waist and slashing forward with glaring eyes.
Before the chimei could even take shape, Xiang An's sword scattered it apart.
Yet black vapor continued to seep out from the surrounding ground, and more chimei were about to form.
"Didn't they say these things were born in places rich with spiritual energy? Could this place be a leyline?" Muttering to himself, Xiang An gritted his teeth and took a step back.
"Who knows?" Xiang Yu drew his bronze sword as well, a vicious glint in his eyes. "We can't let