Yue Zheng commanded again: "Wind Breath!"
The fierce wind miraculously weakened, transforming into a gentle breeze.
Finally, Yue Zheng coldly uttered two words: "E Du!"
"Boom!"
A white light shot up into the sky, blossoming into dazzling brilliance among the clouds.
The storm completely ceased, the world returned to silence, with only occasional roars of reluctant remnant thunder from deep in the sky.
"Thanks to the Saintess's Mystic Sky Calm Technique." Yan Tingfeng smiled, "I was once fortunate enough to witness the Saintess perform it and have never forgotten it."
In the past, during a flood in the Ning Dynasty, Yue Zheng descended from Mount Penglai and personally intervened to drive back the rainwater.
"The Tower Master exaggerates." Yue Zheng gently shook her head, "It was only because of the Tower Master's blade that I was able to stop this rain."
The crisis of the second day was averted, and the anxious crowd finally breathed a sigh of relief.
