Bai Yujing and the Desolate Silver Lynx raced down from the Peak of All Mountains, traversing sparse mountain forests, and searched along the winding mountain roads.
No one knew from when, but within a hundred meters radius centered on Du Yu, there were no more lightning strikes.
Du Yu felt enlightened in his heart.
It now seemed that the Peak of All Mountains was indeed an area densely targeted by thunder.
Once they were far from that unyielding Jia Rong Grass, this small team was no longer the target of heaven's wrath.
Du Yu did not think it was due to consuming the Jia Rong Fruit.
After all, he had eaten the fruit when he left the mountain peak, yet that thick, twisting lightning bolt still struck down a hundred meters away from him.
"Master Qing, have you noticed that not only have the surrounding lightning strikes decreased, but even the thunder seems a bit quieter?" Du Yu raised his head, looking towards the sky filled with dark clouds.
