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The goatee unconsciously rubbed the rim of the teacup with his fingers, his gaze fixed intently on the sky, not missing a single detail.

Wait, what's with this background...?

A sudden sense of foreboding washed over him; the backdrop of the torrential rain looked remarkably like a raging inferno!

The teacup was slammed down on the table, splashing water that spread a small, dark patch across the surface. The goatee suddenly stood up and walked to the eaves.

Water dripping from the eaves formed a line and fell onto the bluestone steps.

His beloved beard was plastered to his chin by the wind, wet and tangled, but he didn't bother to tidy it up. He just kept looking up at the overwhelming rain in the sky, his face growing increasingly pale.

The more he looked, the more certain he became: the layout of the drill ground, the soldiers' armor, the flagpoles, and the tents were clearly the Great Yan's camp on the outskirts of Beijing!

A hint of surprise flashed in the goatee's eyes. What was Lin Ye trying to do? Lead troops? Or was he using the sky as a means to announce something?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He suddenly flicked his sleeve, turned around, and strode back into the hall. He called over a servant and asked him to invite the other officials.

The servant obeyed and left, his footsteps making a rapid "pat-pat" sound on the blue bricks.

The puddles in the yard splashed everywhere as he stepped on them, and a few wet leaves stuck to his shoes before being flung off with his next step.

……

The military camp on the outskirts of Beijing, inside the drill ground.

Lin Ye didn't expect the rain to come right in the rain. As soon as he stepped onto the slippery wooden platform, he felt the torrential force.

Lin Ye's handsome eyebrows furrowed unconsciously. He was about to grab an umbrella when he realized that neither he nor Xiao Douzi were wet.

He looked down at Xiaodouzi, who was also looking up at him with a look of confusion, but more than anything, curiosity.

She stretched out a small hand, palm up, trying to catch a raindrop, but the raindrop stopped a little distance from her skin, as if blocked by some transparent shell, and then slid away along that invisible arc.

She opened her mouth wide with a "wow," and her eyes crinkled into two little crescent moons with laughter.

Lin Ye thought for a moment and realized that the rain was probably not clean, and the protective bubble had blocked it. The fact that the protective bubble could even block this was a pleasant surprise.

Some soldiers, still reeling from the shock of the portal, suddenly noticed that the two men were completely unaffected by the rain; their clothes remained dry even after standing in the downpour for quite some time. They exclaimed in surprise.

The voice, sharp and bright, pierced the rain and echoed across the silent training ground: "Heavens! Look! Lord Lin and the First Princess aren't wet at all! In such heavy rain, they're not soaked at all!"

The soldier realized his lapse in composure only after shouting, and shrank back, but his eyes remained wide open, staring unblinkingly at the two clean-cut figures on the platform, his expression a mixture of excitement and shock.

The soldiers below, who had already decided to follow Lord Lin in the disaster relief efforts, were all shocked and amazed, feeling that Lord Lin truly lived up to his reputation and was indeed miraculous.

A commotion arose in the right flank, but unlike the previous clamor, this time it was a low, suppressed buzzing of excitement. The veterans exchanged glances, their eyes shining.

Meanwhile, the soldiers on the left side of the column were filled with various doubts and uncertainties. Some unconsciously opened their mouths and forgot to close them; some subconsciously took half a step back, only to be blocked by the people behind them, and hurriedly stood firm; and some secretly pinched their thighs, wondering if they were dreaming.

They didn't want to believe it. If Lin Ye really was an immortal, then what they had just done must have offended an immortal.

But the sight before them left them no choice but to believe it: the two men were standing in the pouring rain, completely dry, not a single hair wet. The rain seemed to have eyes, circling around them.

What else could this be but the work of a celestial being?

Many people immediately regretted it. The more they thought about it, the more afraid they became. Fear was like a pair of invisible hands, climbing up from the soles of their feet.

An inexplicable sense of oppression seemed to permeate the air, pressing down on the chests of everyone in the left-hand line, making it difficult for them to breathe.

It felt like someone had placed a huge rock on their chest, or like they were suddenly standing on the edge of an abyss, feeling dizzy just looking down.

Could it be that Lin Ye really possesses some kind of immortal magic to ward off disasters?

Standing in the crowd, Liu Dabiao felt his legs go weak. He subconsciously swallowed, his throat feeling incredibly dry and his mouth bitter despite being soaked from the rain.

It was so bitter that he couldn't help but lick his lips, but all he could taste was the flavor of rainwater and a sour feeling rising from his stomach.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He kept repeating it to himself, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the two clean and dry figures on the platform.

Her gaze lingered on Lin Ye for a moment, then, as if burned, she immediately looked away, her eyes landing on the small figure in Lin Ye's arms.

She was tugging at Lin Ye's clothes, pointing to the sky, her mouth opening and closing as if she were saying something, her expression full of curiosity, without a trace of fear.

Liu Dabiao pinched his arm, trying to make sure this wasn't a dream, but his fingertips touched the damp, cold fabric and his own slightly trembling muscles.

His fingernails dug into the fabric, pinching his skin through the soaked cloth, causing him to gasp in pain.

Rainwater trickled down between his fingers, sending a chill through him, but a layer of sweat seeped from his forehead, mingling with the rainwater, sliding down his nose, and dripping onto his clenched fist.

He hurriedly wiped his hand with his sleeve, then felt embarrassed by the action. As he lowered his hand, his fingernail scraped against the seam of his trousers, leaving a few wrinkles.

Wang Meng also recovered from the shock of Lin Ye and the other person's sudden arrival. His excitement cooled down and was replaced by a heavy sense of guilt.

He strode up to Lin Ye, bent one knee as if to kneel down, but Lin Ye stopped him.

Lin Ye's hand was very steady; you could feel the force even through the wrist guard.

Wang Meng gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, "This humble general is incompetent; I have only managed to muster eight thousand men..."

Lin Ye looked down and saw that about a third of the people on his right were looking at him with excited eyes.

Those gazes were so eager, as if they wanted to cling to him immediately, but they stood still, afraid of disturbing him.

There were gray-haired veterans, young men in their prime, and even a few wearing kitchen aprons; the group seemed to be a mixed bag.

But everyone stood ramrod straight, and their eyes shone brightly on their faces, which were glistening from the rain, like clusters of flames lit in the darkness.

On the left, one either looked surprised and uncertain, or had his face almost buried in his chest, with only a wet back of his head showing.

Some people looked up, but the moment their eyes met Lin Ye's gaze, they recoiled as if burned, their faces full of guilt.

Lin Ye roughly understood what was going on. He curled his lips and said nonchalantly, "Eight thousand it is, that's enough."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire drill ground. The tone was casual, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

He turned around, and the rain unfolded behind him, with thousands of raindrops parting automatically at his sides, as if heaven and earth were making way for him.