Rain poured down in torrents. The avalanche on Ice Mirror Mountain tumbled down, burying vast swaths of farmland. Boats rose and fell with the waves, colliding and giving off muffled thuds.
April was supposed to be when the northwest warmed up, when the air carried a rare hint of moisture. But a hundred li away, the clash of two Perfect Manifestation Realm experts had triggered heavenly thunder, tearing open a rift that sent the rain cascading down.
Two forces faced off, every person braving the rain and wind, raising their voices over the thunder in a clamorous din. A younger member of the Bai family pushed through the crowd, came beneath the umbrella canopy, and knelt in a puddle.
“Patriarch! Patriarch, say something!”
Hedeban turned his head. For some reason, Bai Mingzhe seemed utterly indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him. Bai Mingzhe was deep in thought, searching for a way to break the deadlock.
Bai Chenfeng had gone to great lengths, mobilizing forces to send his own grandson to his death, all to wrest power back from the Imperial Court and become clan leader again. He had to be holding the bargaining chip of Bai Xingwen's head. Therefore, Liang Qu absolutely could not come to harm.