Luo Qianqian stood once more on the mountain, watching the thunder and lightning strike mercilessly downwards below. She shivered, feeling as if a bolt would hit her, turning her into a blackened smoking figure with a wild hairdo...
After a series of thunder strikes, the dark clouds slowly dissipated.
"Shiqi."
A familiar gentle voice came through. Luo Qianqian instinctively turned around and found Yan standing behind her, looking like an ethereal being in white robes. She was so surprised that she covered her mouth.
"When did you get here?" After all, the dark clouds hadn't even dispersed yet, right?
Yan just smiled calmly and waved his hand.
A figure rapidly shot up from below, bringing a gust of wind as it passed by Luo Qianqian.
Looking at the two identical people before her, Luo Qianqian was a bit dumbfounded. Perhaps the only difference between the two was that one looked a bit more disheveled?
The disheveled Yan slowly merged with the clean Yan under his guidance...
