As a True Dragon, Ao Xiu had exceptionally keen senses. Although this was her first time witnessing such a scene, she still sensed something amiss, as though a single wrong word might set off a fight.
Quite terrifying.
Caught in the middle, Zhang Yuan felt a sudden sense of foreboding. Even with a clear conscience, he knew things were likely about to go wrong.
"Ahem, Miss Zhaowei, what brings you here so suddenly? Is there something urgent?" Zhang Yuan spoke first, breaking the silence.
Cui Zhaowei would not have come looking for him without reason. Since she had, something must have happened.
Cui Zhaowei was sensible. At his question, she gave a soft murmur of assent and said, "There is indeed something. Today's rain is unusual. My clanswoman Yuanxi sent people to investigate, and a Demon Dragon from the South Sea is stirring up wind and waves outside the city."
Zhang Yuan looked at the dark clouds outside the window. Thick clouds blanketed the sky, and rain poured down in torrents. It had begun at noon and showed no sign of stopping even now; instead, it was falling harder and harder. This was indeed no ordinary rain. It bore traces of a divine ability's conceptual image.
It seemed Cui Zhaowei was right: a Demon Dragon from the South Sea was stirring up wind and waves.
A Demon Dragon from the South Sea-no, a True Dragon, to be precise... is it Wenren Qihan?
Zhang Yuan pondered, and a "name" suddenly surfaced in his mind. Through the unseen perception afforded by his celestial person status, he immediately knew which South Sea Demon Dragon was causing this disturbance.
This rain is his challenge to battle.
He wants a fight to the death with me.
Zhang Yuan considered for a moment, then asked, "Miss