Daoist Master Xiao sneered. Looking at the sky, where dark clouds still lingered, he said blandly, "This is because this old man's luck is good! The gods and Buddhas filling the heavens have blessed this old man! A heavenly thunderbolt striking one's crown is no ordinary technique that cultivators can wield! Senior Xiao is certainly formidable, but if he could cultivate to such a level, I fear even a thousand years would not be enough!"
Even now, Daoist Master Xiao still seemed unable to connect such an inconceivable divine ability as summoning heavenly lightning with the unremarkable Xiao Hua.
"Yes, Master!" Yuan Ya did not understand such matters and merely answered in a low voice.
"Oh, right, Ya, go see what Senior Xiao is doing!" Daoist Master Xiao suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly instructed him.
"Yes, Master!" Yuan Ya gave his ever-unchanging reply and rushed into Jiangchao Temple.
Inside the western wing stood a huge wooden barrel—the very one Yuan Ya had once used to wash the dog. At this moment, the girl named Xiao Yun was soaking within it. Strings of bubbles actually rose through the clear water, making "gurgle, gurgle, gurgle" sounds, and it even showed signs of boiling.
As for Liu Yi, his star-like eyes remained fixed upon Xiao Yun's tightly shut eyes and her little face, whose redness had faded somewhat. The anxiety on his face had lessened.
"What is it?" Xiao Hua saw Yuan Ya rush into the western wing, but did not raise his head as he asked blandly, "Is it raining outside? There was such a great clap of thunder just now?"
"Yes..." Facing Xiao Hua, the word "Master" seemed to have vanished from Yuan Ya's mind, and he answered as usual.
"Oh, that is good! Spring rain is as precious