Another bolt of lightning exploded in the sky, accompanied by the relentless rain. Water flowed through the rubble, squeezed into the abandoned drainage ditch, sliding across the deep green moss.
It started raining.
The rain came without any warning.
Black and putrid blood was mixed with the rain, overflowing the edges of the boots' soles, and the stench of decay in the air intensified.
"Are you okay?"
Su Changxing stepped through the water and approached Zhong Jueqing.
He was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. The warm air met the coolness in the atmosphere, forming "smoke" that slowly dispersed and rose.
The dazzling blue light in his eyes weakened, revealing the brown-black pupils, reflecting the lightning in the sky.
"Noth...nothing much."
He wobbled as he got up, his joints like rusty gears left unused for too long, making a creaking sound, not harsh but teeth-grinding.
There was more silver in his hair.
