She reached out and parted the flap of the marshal's tent.
At that moment, there was a crack!
A blinding bolt of lightning tore through the dark clouds like a raging dragon, illuminating the ground ahead in stark white and revealing Huo Yuhao's tall figure. The violent wind howled, whipping his robes with a sharp flutter.
Amid the torrential downpour, Huo Yuhao stood where he was, his head raised as he gazed at the sky.
He clearly had not used Soul Power or any Soul Tool, yet the rain simply could not wet his clothes. It was as if the raindrops had gained intelligence; just as they were about to touch Huo Yuhao's garments, they carefully veered away, as though afraid of angering him.
The heavy rain drenched nearly all the land, yet the spot where Huo Yuhao stood remained incomparably dry, like a patch of pure land.
If not for the endless patter of rain ringing in her ears, Ju Zi might even have believed that what she was seeing was an illusion.
She took light steps toward Huo Yuhao.
A nearby personal guard noticed Ju Zi's movement and promptly held an umbrella over her, following closely behind.
"Yuhao, are you still waiting for Xuan Zi and the others? The wind is fierce and the rain is heavy outside. Why not rest in the marshal's tent for a while and conserve your strength? That way, you can better deal with the battle later," Ju Zi said with a smile.
Huo Yuhao shook his head.
"No need. I want to see Xuan Zi arrive here with my own eyes!"
Hearing Huo Yuhao reject her suggestion, Ju Zi did not leave immediately. Instead, she continued forward, soon arriving at his side.
Ju Zi clasped her hands behind her back, her gaze