While the mountain was filled with the sounds of rain and bickering beastmen, a dark figure was struggling through the treacherous mud leagues away.
The old witch doctor, the one Mu Lihua was desperately waiting for, was finally traveling back from the Black Temple in the Beast City.
His face was twisted into a hideous scowl.
The heavy rain lashed against his wrinkled skin, but the cold water was nothing compared to the boiling rage in his heart.
He kept playing the words of the Black Priest over and over in his mind, and each time, he clenched his teeth so hard they felt like they might snap.
"Destiny has given her a second chance," the priest had whispered in that dark, incense-filled room.
"This time, her Phoenix Luck will shine brighter than the sun itself. We mortals can interfere, but we cannot change what is written in the stars."
