"..."
Su Ziji looked at Zhou Yao. Seeing the restrained expression on her face and her faintly trembling fingers, he immediately understood. Though she was still holding back, she clearly was about to reach her limit.
And that was indeed the case. As more and more water vapor merged in and the Water Gods continued their movements, Zhou Yao's sleeves fluttered—not because the wind was blowing, but because she herself was nearly unable to suppress it.
Her figure had only just stirred when, for some reason, she stopped again. She merely stared into the distance and sneered. "Good. Good!"
If eyes could kill, those Water Gods would likely have already been torn limb from limb by Zhou Yao.
It was the same now. Su Ziji had become the Imperial Grandson, so he naturally understood a ruler's position and thoughts.
Even if these Water Gods possessed Merit, even if there were circumstances worthy of sympathy, they still had to be executed without exception. There was no other reason—if they were spared, would that not mean everyone could become a traitorous rebel?
These gods were doomed to die, unless one of them turned coat right now.
It was only that perhaps outside interference was forbidden during the Dragon Procession, which was why she had endured.
At this moment, black clouds filled the sky, thunder rumbled, and a cool breeze swept by. With a swish, torrential rain poured down, and the sky became as dim as dusk.
"It's raining! It's raining! Come out quickly! It's raining!" As the wind and rain spread, people emerged one after another from the villages on land. They raised their heads to the sky, joy on their faces.
A dark-skinned middle-aged man rubbed his hands and happily said to his sons, "See? It rained just after we planted