Chapter 396 Southern Wasteland

That night, a gale blew all night on the peaks of the Rim of the Falls. In the sky, waves of greenish-gray clouds pushed off into the distance, and when I listened remotely from the temple, the wind sounded like a whimpering caveman, echoing mysteriously and distantly, the leaves of the trees shook chaotically, and the waves of the grass lowered, and then torrential rains flew down once again, and the heaven and earth were thrown out of balance by the winds and the rains.