Ashes

Guo Mulin's hands were crossed behind his back as he stood at the entrance of the main lounge. He was looking at the sky above.

A huge gust of wind whirled above Wind Tower.

The storm cast a giant shadow over Symphony Island. The trees shook, and petals were blown off the flowers.

Dark and ominous rain clouds loomed above Wind Tower. It painted the stretch of sky within a mile's range from the tower dark. But the sky outside the one-mile radius remained clear and bright. It was as if a drop of ink had fallen onto a piece of white paper.

Guo Mulin looked very worried.

Linquan approached him and asked, "Elder Guo, what's going on?"

"Don't tell me that Young Chu has really succeeded?" Guo Mulin creased his eyebrows and mumbled to himself.

Zhao Qingshan opened his eyes and walked outside. "What do you mean succeeded? Don't tell me, he performed the Eclipse Purloin technique?"