C273 Chu Zuozhu

Thunder roared outside, the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and torrential rain poured down from the sky.

The cold wind howled.

There had never been such a heavy rain in the Fourth Heaven, nor such a strong wind in the Fourth Heaven.

Because there are lost children who can't find their way home.

Standing in front of the broken weathervane, the lost child looks around blankly