Three days later.
The sky was overcast, and a heavy rain poured down.
A tall figure stood alone at the edge of the sea cliff.
Lu Ran gazed up at the dense dark clouds, letting the gale hit his face while listening to the raindrops randomly beating against his green raincoat and bamboo hat.
He was waiting.
Waiting for a celestial phenomenon to descend, waiting for his subordinate Divine General to bring him some good news.
In the forest behind, an equally rain-clad figure leaned against a large tree, silently on guard.
Suspended before her was a scimitar.
It was once named the Cold Moon Blade, precisely because it was forged from Black Ice, cold and crystal clear.
Now, it's named the Evil Moon Scimitar, which seems to suit its temperament better.
Yan Shuangzi used her icy fingers to trace inch by inch along the blade, outlining the contours of the Black Ice Scimitar.
