Xu Zimei's imposing presence grew increasingly overwhelming.
With every step he took, endless ripples would emanate around him.
The oppression became heavier and seemed to suppress the very heavens and earth around him.
He raised his head with an indifferent gaze, looking at the enormous city within his sight.
Wind Crane City was a large city.
Atop the city walls, a four-headed crane stood on one leg, its four heads each facing one of the four cardinal directions.
At the call of the Wind Cranes, the break of day pierced through the heavens.
It was the calmest day in Wind Crane City, with heavy rain pouring down from the outside world, the streets already sparse of people.
Pedestrians hurried home, while some stayed inside taverns, enjoying the rainy season with a drink.
Under the eaves covered with moss, the heavy rain formed a straight line as it fell.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake.
The eaves trembled slightly, and the line of rain became sporadic and chaotic.
