The torrential rain continued to fall like a flood, like a piece of stone, accompanied by a thunderous thunder and thunder.

The raindrops slanted down the mountains, and the accumulated puddles stirred up a stirring splash.

At this time.

The mountains of Logos seemed to be covered with a veil of mist that spread around as the wind blew towards the huge square.

In the center of the square stood a group of middle-aged and elderly people dressed in Tibetan clothes, letting the rain lap on their bodies, without the slightest intention of sheltering

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