Early the next morning, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
The downpour had lasted for six hours, and far from letting up, it was only growing stronger.
BOOMING thunder echoed intermittently, cracking across the overcast sky and startling the people of Shu State from their sleep.
Xiao Wuge was one of them.
It wasn't that he was afraid, but weather like this always brought back unpleasant memories.
He sat up and looked around. The candle in the dim room had long since gone out, and only the occasional flash of lightning offered a brief moment of illumination.
It was enough to remind him that he was in Jiaxing Garden, not Spring Lotus Garden.
He sat there for a moment, dazed.
Xiao Wuge climbed out of bed, struggled into a long robe, and headed outside.
The loose robe, without its sash tied, hung sloppily on his frame.
"Young Master, you're awake?"
