Making Things Difficult

"Stay calm. This rainfall will surely fail."

Liu Zhan mentioned that this ritual had not succeeded; only a scant amount of rain had fallen before it failed.

"We needn't wait here long. So long as we proceed step by step and watch history run its course, we can immediately take advantage of the Dragon Lord's loss of virtue and strike in."

Thinking of it this way, the advantage this time was clearly on their side.

Of course, it was not as though Liu Zhan had not wondered why their advantage was so great. But then he considered that the Dragon Maiden had failed to overcome her tribulation, or perhaps had already been judged by Heaven's will to be at a disadvantage. Once the first choice showed signs of failure, it was not difficult to understand why the alternate candidate had been allowed to gain the upper hand.

"No, this should still be the Demon Race's arrangement." Liu Zhan recalled the blown-up river dam and the curses of the masses that had been guided into being.

"If the Dragon Lord could be cursed so easily, then it would not be the Dragon Lord."

"But at a crucial moment, such things can still exert tremendous force."

"No, I need plans of my own."

As he thought this, Zheng Yingci glanced once more at the blazing sky and asked softly, "Master, but the sun is hanging so high right now, and the sky is clear for ten thousand miles. There is no sign of rain at all—not even a single cloud drifting in from the horizon. Can it really rain in such a short time?"

Zheng Yingci was merely somewhat depressed at the prospect of baking beneath this blazing sun for a long time, but Liu Zhan's expression changed involuntarily, having guessed a