It was raining heavily in the sky, and it was already dark at night. On Juyao Mountain, there was no human habitation within a hundred miles, only rugged mountain roads and green vegetation as far as the eye could see. In the distance, a young man with an evil appearance flew quickly across the rugged mountain road. What was strange was that this man did not hold an umbrella, but the clothes on his body were as dry as new, without any moisture, as if he was not walking in a violent storm, but under a clear sky and bright sunshine.
This article is a romance, not Danmei, ancient style, unfinished