The Ruler of Chechi Kingdom froze for a moment.
His lips moved. He had wanted to ask, "Can the Holy Monk summon rain too?"
But the words reached his lips, and he forcibly swallowed them back.
This Holy Monk's disciple could even manifest a Dharma Form that blotted out the sky and sun, carrying off all three National Preceptors.
Summoning rain.
To them, that hardly seemed like anything difficult.
The Ruler of Chechi Kingdom hastily nodded, his head bobbing like a pestle pounding garlic.
"Yes! Of course!"
"If the Holy Monk is willing to act, it would truly be a blessing for every citizen of the Chechi Kingdom!"
Xuanzang made no promises.
He merely turned, his gaze passing over everyone in the hall and settling on the very back of the five hundred monks.
His voice remained gentle.
"You three, sorry for the trouble, but could you summon another rain for them?"
At these words, the hall abruptly fell silent.
The Ruler of Chechi Kingdom froze.
The Grand Preceptor froze.
The village elders summoned to the hall froze as well.
Everyone followed Xuanzang's gaze toward the back of the five hundred monks.
Three gray-robed monks stood there.
All three had their heads lowered, their robes plain and utterly unremarkable.
Everyone stared at them.
No matter how they looked, they seemed like nothing more than three perfectly ordinary monks.
The Ruler of Chechi Kingdom's expression stiffened.
Looking troubled, he offered an apologetic smile. "Holy Monk, aren't you going to exercise your divine powers yourself? These three masters are...?"
Xuanzang turned toward the ruler and replied evenly.
"Your Majesty merely wishes for rain. Do you still need to know who they are?"
The Ruler of Chechi Kingdom immediately shut his mouth.
He hastily covered his embarrassment with a dry laugh. "You're right,