Lead clouds piled high in the sky, resembling thick ink dripping into a pond, spreading and rolling within the water.
Dripping rainwater, gathered into strands, as if stringing countless crystal-clear treasure beads, scattered amidst the sounds of wind and rain across the heavens and earth.
White jade bricks carved with patterns, the uneven gaps becoming hiding places for accumulated water, slowly pooling and spreading out.
"I want the Chief Supervisor to calculate..."
"Who killed my mother!"
Kneeling on the ground, bowing down, water droplets splashed, rainwater burst forth, powerful qi-blood rising and falling, the Heaven and Earth Soul vibrating, like the sound of evening bells and morning drums being struck.
The Third Prince knelt on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, filled with determination and resolve.
His words echoed, lingering before the entire Qintian Observatory Treasure Building.
