The chilling west wind of night, unique in its coldness, blows against the heavy curtains, the ancient Royal Palace's Netherworld Palace hidden in the deep shadow of the long night, holding red candle lights, faint and eternal.
The faint glow outside the window suddenly darkened, the night sky filled with dense clouds, racing across the chaotic sky driven by the wind, gusts swirling dust and dry leaves, Xiao Se flying all around, with the unique humid smell of an impending rainstorm hanging in the air.
Tomorrow is the day of the grand ceremony, but alas, the heavens won't cooperate; on the eve of the enthronement of the Phoenix Monarch, it seems a world-shaking rainstorm will arrive.
The darkness falls swiftly, as the Ming Continent's Royal City, standing abruptly amidst vast waves, gradually gets engulfed by dense twilight clouds obscuring it, black clouds stacking up with the hidden presence of lightning clawing, thunder roaring, as if the sky is being pounded by giant drums!
