In the glow of spiritual power, Xiao Yinruo looked at the crisscrossing Sanskrit on the stone wall in front of her and the pits formed by the years of wind and rain.
A few lines of black rain trickled down the wall from the top, spiritual power flickering, illuminating each trickle with exceptional clarity.
Lu Jin'an was comprehending death, while Xiao Yinruo stood with her back to him, looking at the stone wall.
The campfire not far away crackled, the light dimming since no more firewood was added, leaving the wind and rain chilly.
'It was not intentional.'
So thought Xiao Yinruo. Although Jin'an was lecherous, he was not debauched. How could he deliberately expose himself in front of her, his aunt?
He surely hadn't realized the corrosive power in the black rain at first, only encapsulating the black rain imbued with the death law within his domain for comprehension later.
