The continuous heavy rain in Shengjing presented a different scene, with the city walls and tiles thoroughly washed clean and shining like new.
Hopeful poets composed grand poems, while those whose careers were hindered wrote confused ones. Even the dullest of people felt something unusual about the weather, and everywhere in Shenjing City, discussions about this rain abounded. The common folk lamented and complained, spreading some rumors about water anomalies; those in the Pugilistic World sought its origins, naturally, those who witnessed it at the Wei River banks in person were welcomed.
The same event, different layers of people received different levels of information.
The Black Cat squatted on the desk by the window, gazing out, overlooking the entire Shengjing.
Li Jian also stood by the window.
"Aren't you handling it personally?" The Black Cat asked.
"Concern creates chaos in Immortal Hunting," Li Jian replied, "I shouldn't act easily."
