C1109 Poor Lin Yih!
No need to ponder it.
The sudden sprinkle of rain was undoubtedly Tang Shubo's handiwork.
Still, Lin Yih couldn't help but admire the execution—it was slick.
Though these critters' strength paled in comparison to his own, their fiery abilities were a nuisance. A careless move and a burned hole in his clothes would certainly detract from his suave image
