Lu Ao tried to make it rain. He waved the Dragon Claw and concentrated hard for quite a while before finally summoning a light drizzle.
A gust of wind blew, and the drizzle vanished.
Lu Ao simply stopped summoning clouds. Instead, he directly stirred up the moisture in the seawater, causing it to rise, condense, and fall again.
This method was far more convenient than summoning clouds. The rain pelted his head and body in waves, like a massage.
Lu Ao let out a soft cry. It sounded somewhat like a cow's moo, but far clearer.
He did not know whether it was an illusion, but whenever he was in the rain, his body felt exceptionally light, as though one leap would send him soaring into the sky, riding the clouds and mist.
He tried leaping upward. His body sprang out of the sea before crashing back into it, and he failed to fly.
Lu Ao messed around in the water for most of the day.
After returning to human form, he was so exhausted that he did not even want to lift a finger. Still, his mood had improved considerably.
Wearing sandals, he slowly walked back toward the village.
It was quite late. The entire village was asleep, though the chirping of cicadas and croaking of frogs never ceased.
That bustle only made the village seem even more peaceful.
Lu Ao slowly returned home and cooked himself some noodles.
His refrigerator was stocked with a great deal of food, and seafood noodles were just right for now.
While eating, he casually opened his phone, intending to browse WeChat Moments.
To his surprise, the first notification that popped up was from the auction group he had created.
Ever since the Hairy Croaker incident, the group had gone quiet. No one