Such events are not uncommon.
In a world where martial strength surpasses the normal limits of governmental power, might makes right.
Seeing Prefect Sun's anxious expression, Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Having taken half a spiritual mushroom from you, naturally, I must return to you half a city's worth of rain."
As soon as the words fell.
Zhang Feng took a step forward, already bringing Prefect Sun and the cultivators who hurried over after boiling water to several hundred meters in the sky.
Then, they headed directly towards the City Lord's Mansion.
In the span of just fifty seconds, amidst the terrifyingly fast-changing scenery below,
Zhang Feng traversed a hundred-mile stretch and arrived at the north side of the city outskirts.
Looking northwest and southeast from this point, it was precisely the drought-stricken area.
It was currently summer, and many commoners were painfully sighing in the fields, surrounded by drying crops and parched streams.
Meanwhile.
