The rain was pouring from the sky, and it was clear that without using Spiritual Power, a small umbrella was powerless against the torrential downpour from above.
As the rain soaked Xu Chang'an's clothes, it should have gradually turned into the Smoke Rain he liked, or even… stopped.
But Xu Chang'an didn't want to be seen by others at the moment, so the rain he used to cover his expression continued pouring like a heavenly river, soaking his long boots.
At this moment, realizing his Spiritual Power could influence the rain, Xu Chang'an's heart was filled with mixed emotions.
He just wanted to be an ordinary cultivator and live well with Miss Yun, yet it seemed so difficult.
If this were the world of his past life, Miss Yun would surely enjoy that peaceful pace.
Working hard as a couple, they could gradually change their life through their own efforts.
A mundane life of mutual support, that's what he dreamed of.
Instead of cultivating for the sake of fighting and killing.
