The auspicious time approaches.
The blood moon hangs in the sky, and the reverse rain rises again.
Lily clambered up the ladder obsequiously, holding an oiled paper umbrella for Old Tang, pretending to shield him from the rain.
Though it was already dark, Old Tang still wore sunglasses, looking like the chief commander, silently calculating time in his mind.
As the blood moon rose to the zenith, Old Tang gently waved his hand.
Then, nothing happened.
Because it wasn't part of the process, and he waved his hand too early.
The duo uselessly amusing themselves here, while the real big shots started to act.
Qin Lang unfurled a wreath woven from Divine Wood, as a fierce wind began to rise in the center of Luoyu Mountain, and the storm that stirred the earth's energy began to gather again.
But before the vortex could form, a sword light flashed like a startled swan.
With just one strike, it severed the connection between Luoyu Mountain and Chang State.
