The rainstorm continued for the whole night. Jiang Yi stayed inside the tent, comprehended sorcery for the whole night as well, and only woke up the next morning.
Feng Luan and Qing Yu were combing their hair at the seacoast at the moment; they had woken up much earlier and prepared a few baked birds for breakfast which were releasing tempting smell on the seacoast. The air was fresh after the rain, and the trees and plants became greener and more vibrant after getting washed by the rain for the whole night. With sea wind blowing gently, the scenery was relaxing, beautiful, and full of peace.
Buzz!
Jiang Yi's body flashed with white light, and the surrounding air converged towards him quickly. In just a few seconds, a dozen of Jiang Yi's image was congealed out which then immediately flew away towards all directions and disappeared.
"En?"