Zhu Qing shrank, though he did not return to his original size, instead remaining about three meters tall. Awkwardly ignoring An Xi's look, which suggested she was staring at an idiot, he strode forward.
As long as I'm not embarrassed, someone else will be!
He had mastered that principle.
Seeing this, An Xi shook her head. A pair of wings spread behind her, and she leaped off the roof before gliding toward the bus.
Up ahead, Chu Sheng and Captain Hui soon reached the front of the bus.
Fang Hong, Wang Meng, and the apprentices behind them all looked at the pair curiously.
There was little to say about Chu Sheng using full-body protection to shelter from the rain and keep himself dry.
The fact that his protective gear was a sacrificial item, however, was rather surprising.
As for the man wearing glasses, an Eight Trigrams formation disc lay beneath his feet, and not a single drop of rain fell within its area.
Seven or eight meters above him, it was as though an invisible hand was sweeping the rain to either side.
This method closely resembled Qingqing's ability to control water.
While they studied Chu Sheng and Captain Hui, the two men studied them in turn.
Unlike their methods of keeping out the rain, the burly man before them had a faint blood-red glow covering his body. Any rain that landed on it quickly flowed aside.
The woman beside him was entirely different.
She did not seem to be using any ability, yet the rain inexplicably vanished as it approached her.
That kept her dry even in the downpour.
As for the dozen or so people behind them, Chu Sheng sensed that their vitality and mental power were greater than those of ordinary survivors, but lower than those of