Snapping out of his reverie, Meng Qi intentionally changed the topic. He looked up at the sky and sighed. "The ceaseless autumn rain lingers. I see less and less thunder and lightning," he said.
While there had still been stormy weather these few days, the rain had been small and thunders barely audible.
What he wanted to say was that he wouldn't have to worry about the Devil Empress turning on him or setting traps if a thunderstorm hit tomorrow night. Of course, all these depended on chance.
Ruan Yushu held her zither and calmly said, "There should be one tomorrow."
"You have a skill like the Emperor's Divine Deduction?" Meng Qi asked in shock, anticipating his answer with hope.
She shook her head. "Not yet."
"Then why did you say there would be stormy weather tomorrow night?" he asked in confusion.