Western Wilderness, Frog Tribe.
The Witch prayed to the water vat for five days straight, and each time the water level decreased, he instantly refilled it.
Yet, after five days, not only did it not rain, not a single cloud appeared in the sky.
The Totem God of the Frog Tribe remained as unresponsive as ever.
He felt completely hopeless.
The Witch walked out of the stone house, gazing at the parched land, the dried-up Divine Lake, and blowing dry winds, feeling as though he himself had been dried to a crisp.
He slowly walked to the edge of the Divine Lake, sat under a big tree, and stared blankly at the lake.
"Ribbit..."
Beside the Divine Lake, a giant frog croaked mournfully, then stretched its limbs straight, its body convulsing constantly until it soon died.
The Witch felt a pang in his heart but was too powerless to bury the giant frog.
At some point, Huo Meng sat beside the Witch, speaking in a deep voice:
