Completely stopping.
He raised his head.
His bristling beard flew wildly, his gaze heavy with solemnity.
"Ah, yes, this great spring rain..."
"How is it falling without a sound?"
...
...
The heavy rain poured down in torrents, time was fleeting and unforgiving.
It was the second month of spring, and the plum rains seemed endless.
For the Lingnan region, sometimes a single bout of rain could last an entire month. The air carried the sour, fermented scent of fallen plums soaked by the rain.
Inner City, deep alleyways.
Amid the twisted darkness, Li Che wore a bamboo hat, raising his hand to press a single finger upon the center of his brow.
"Tomorrow, Xi Xi is going to enroll in the Divine Sect Outer Sect. It's fitting to kill someone in celebration."
Li Che murmured softly to himself.
Su Huaili was nothing less than a hidden bomb.
