"What's ordinary?" Li Zhibai retorted.
Xu Chang'an: "..."
He had nothing to say.
"In short, you're very special now, perhaps it has something to do with your stable Spirit Platform." Li Zhibai frowned, glanced at Xu Chang'an: "Do you really not know... why it turned out this way?"
"Sir." Xu Chang'an held the umbrella, sighed: "You taught me personally, you should know how capable I am."
Xu Chang'an quickly realized that if others, including the Sect Leaders in the Steward Hall, couldn't fend off the rain, yet he could... what does this signify.
Anyone would think he conjured the rain.
But the problem is, he had nothing to do with it.
Xu Chang'an knew his own abilities clearly.
Unless—
[System]
——
Xu Chang'an squinted his eyes, his apprehension of the system deepened further, nothing in the world happens inexplicably, what purpose does such a grand rainstorm intend to serve?
