Hearing Su Yao say she wanted to go along, Wang Lang said, "Fine, then keep up."
The manor gates slowly closed behind them.
Wang Lang stood on the mountain path, his gray robe snapping loudly in the mountain wind.
He looked up at the sky. It had been clear just moments ago, but now thick, heavy clouds had already piled up along the western horizon.
Su Yao twitched her ears. "Eh, it's going to rain."
Wang Lang gave a grunt and said nothing more.
It was only rain. He was not afraid of getting wet.
They had barely traveled ten li from the manor when the first raindrop came crashing down.
The drop burst against the air three inches from Wang Lang's shoulder with a slap, spraying water everywhere, yet not a trace touched his gray robe.
Then came the second drop, the third... The torrential rain poured down as though the Heavenly River had burst its banks.
Rumble!
Thunder rolled without pause. One bolt of lightning even struck six feet to Wang Lang's left.
Wang Lang glanced at it and paid it no heed.
Crack!
Another bolt struck nearby, this time blasting an old tree black.
One bolt of lightning striking beside him might have been coincidence. Two was clearly not right.
Wang Lang looked up at the gloomy heavens, a strange thought flashing through his mind.
Could the heavens have taken a dislike to him?
But he was not afraid of being struck by lightning.
The moment the thought arose, a third bolt crashed down three zhang in front of him, blasting muddy water more than a man's height into the air.
Wang Lang: "..."
The little fox Su Yao at his side was thoroughly frightened and hurriedly said to Wang Lang:
"Langzi, y-you... did you do something