C47 Sword Weeping Rain!

A massive surge of black, malevolent energy, entwined with the souls of the wronged, was being drawn into the dark clouds overhead. The sky above was filled with the chilling wails of anguish, and as the clouds emitted an overwhelming evil aura, Hei Feng and his companions found themselves prostrate on the ground, their faces etched with reverence.

In the throes of fanatical devotion