"The figure made of light smoke is likely the manifestation of the failure of that Daoist Qinghe's spell," said Liusu, as Qin Yi sipped his drink alone, listening intently.
“If I’m not mistaken, there may be an ancient corpse deep within the earth veins here, which is causing the drought,” Liusu continued.
Qin Yi raised an eyebrow. “But it's still raining, and there is groundwater beneath. How can there be talk of a drought?”
“Drought? Not quite,” Liusu replied, shaking her head. “The rain comes from the merging of the qi of heaven and earth. By the time it causes drought, it means that the ancient entity’s cultivation has reached a high level. Right now, this is not the case; it’s just an ancient corpse with a certain level of cultivation during its life... Of course, if things worsen, it could potentially evolve into a drought demon.”
“Then why haven’t I heard of anyone else’s well water being affected? Why only the Wang family's well?”