No One Is Worthy of Drawing the Sword (1)
Translator: 549690339
"Today, I will pray for rain on behalf of the world."
The woman in white was kneeling on the ground lightly, her palms pressed together as if she was chanting something.
A gentle breeze blew, and her white dress fluttered. She actually had a little more charm.
"A black chicken can also become a phoenix. How funny." Lu Huaijiang was too lazy to even look at her. The woman beside her glared at her, but she was too intimidated by Lu Huaijiang's domineering aura to make a sound.
Not long after, dark clouds gathered and thunder roared.
Large drops of rain fell from the sky.
Lulu stretched out her hand, and a drop of rain fell on her palm.
"Only God can summon the wind and rain." Guan Yingying used shen power, but it wasn't her own.
Lulu's eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze fell on her chest.
"There is the aura of your shen power. It's your other half of the jade pendant." Lu Huaijiang whispered.
It was Guan Yingying!