Dark clouds gathered in the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The clouds churned endlessly, and lightning interweaved endlessly. Xiao Jie leaped out of the mountain, and the clouds in the sky pressed down layer by layer. It was as if something was about to break through the firmament.
Xiao Jie looked over and thought to himself, "Is it going to rain soon?"
Xiao Jie flew for some distance while riding the mist. There seemed to be no trace of the dark clouds in the sky, and there was not a drop of rain for a long time. Xiao Jie was puzzled. "No, it's impossible for the terrain of Shushan to rain. Such a high altitude is like a fairyland. The clouds that are rainy are under the Taoist rite of Shushan. What about this mass of dark clouds? Could it be a tribulation cloud?" Xiao Jie
