"It's finally raining. But this rain... no matter how you look at it, something feels off." Qi Suian reached out a hand to feel it.
The rain looked normal, but when it hit the soil, it pooled underground instead of seeping in.
It was as if it were gathering its strength, waiting for something.
"Droughts, floods... I'm afraid it's all up to the whims of those three Taoist Lords," Qi Suian said softly.
He hadn't come out to watch the rain for no reason. He was here to receive some people.
Today was the fifth day since he had sent Lanpo away. The Fifth and Sixth Realms of the Confucian Lineage had been completely infected and were already beginning to assimilate the Buddhist and Daoist Families.
However, because of the conflict between the Daoist Lineages, the two sides were mortal enemies, which made the beginning a little difficult.
Fortunately, Qi Suian was in no hurry to act. All told, it hadn't even been a full year since he arrived in the Daoist World.
