Liu Mingyuan frowned: "What kind of bird is that?"
Before he could figure it out, the divine bird Shangyang had already flown to the sky above the mountain god temple and let out a long cry.
Almost simultaneously, the previously clear and cloudless sky darkened without warning.
Immediately afterwards, a drop of icy rain fell on Liu Mingyuan's forehead.
He instinctively reached out and touched it.
"Um?"
Before he could even react, the second drop, the third drop...
Fine rain, like pearls from a broken string, fell from the sky in a flurry.
At first, it was just a light drizzle, with a hint of coolness.
But soon, the raindrops became denser and larger!
"Snap!"
"Pat! Pat!"
Large raindrops, one after another, pounded on the cracked earth, on the withered seedlings, and on everyone's face and body!
It's raining! It's really raining!
The first to react was an old man kneeling at the front.
He excitedly stretched out his calloused hands, letting the rain patter against his palms, tears streaming down his face.
"The Mountain Goddess has appeared! The Mountain Goddess has appeared!"
"Rain! It's raining!"
The crowd erupted in cheers!
After months of despair, the people burst forth with astonishing joy, like parched seedlings receiving timely rain.
They stretched out their hands, tilted their heads back, and greedily savored the hard-won rain.
The icy rain washed over their burning cheeks, and also washed away the despair and bitterness in their hearts.
"Waaah, it's finally raining! Our crops are saved!" A woman cried with joy, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly to the sky.
Several strong young men jumped up excitedly, shouting and yelling in the rain, releasing their long-suppressed emotions.
"Thank you, Mountain Goddess! Thank you, Mountain Goddess!"
The sounds of devout prayer rose and fell, converging into a wave of gratitude.
Even those who had nearly fainted were now full of energy, excitedly basking in the rain.
Liu Mingyuan stood there blankly, letting the rain soak his official robes and his hair.
The mockery and disdain on his face had vanished, replaced by utter shock and disbelief.
How is that possible?
How is that possible?
He stared intently at the sky, as if trying to see through the curtain of rain to discover what was hidden behind it.
The ram had disappeared sometime earlier, but the torrential rain clearly told him that a miracle had indeed occurred.
His theory seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.
The constables standing nearby were also dumbfounded, their hands almost slipping from their swords.
Their mouths were agape, as if they were clay or wooden sculptures.
The rain grew heavier and heavier, as if trying to make up for the drought of the past few months all at once.
Liu Mingyuan felt a cold sensation on his face; he couldn't tell if it was rainwater or cold sweat from his own body.
He remembered what he had just said.
"If kneeling before this mountain goddess today can bring rain, then I, this official, will kowtow to everyone present!"
Each word struck his heart like a heavy hammer.
He knelt down with a thud.
Oh no, how many people will have to kneel down like this?
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