"Why is it suddenly going to rain when the weather was perfectly fine?"
Someone murmured a complaint.
"That's not right. According to the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's previous forecast, the next few days should all be sunny. Even if they weren't, wouldn't the Alliance send people to disperse the clouds and rain?"
Someone else chimed in with a laugh.
"Maybe the cultivator in charge of that fell asleep. The workload in the Alliance is so intense—apparently, the cultivators there work around the clock and can't even get a proper night's sleep for days."
"Ah, who knows when the young people from the academy will be able to step up and take over. The Inner City is getting more and more crowded now. There's barely room to move."
As rain began to fall before them, quite a few Inner City residents watched the descending droplets with laughter.
To cultivators, raging wind and torrential rain were nothing. So long as they were not infused with spiritual power, they could rely on their protective spiritual aura to ignore the bitter cold and scorching heat that tormented ordinary people.
"Doesn't this thunder seem a little off?"
Amid the buzzing discussion, someone sensed something strange.
"When I hear this thing coming down, I don't know why, but my heart fills with fear and panic. But I clearly have a lightning spiritual root..."
As they spoke, the terminals in everyone's hands suddenly erupted with sound.
"Residents of the Inner City's White Pagoda District and its surrounding areas, this is an emergency bulletin. For unknown reasons, indestructible thunderclouds have appeared above the White Pagoda District. Reconnaissance has detected powerful spiritual energy fluctuations within them. Cultivators still in the area, please leave as soon as possible. Your terminals have been customized with the appropriate..."
The terminal broadcast rang in