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The sky was cloudy and dense with rolling clouds. Layers after layers of clouds piled up to the horizon. It was summer and the rolling black clouds made it seem as if a heavy rain was going to fall soon.

Fang Zinan stood quietly in his study, gazed at the clouds in the horizon, and said indifferently: "A storm is about to come."

Xiao Tianyuan, who was sitting not far behind him