The torrential rain poured down nonstop from the sky, so dense that it created a sheet of mist across the yard that enveloped everyone within. From a distance, all that could be seen was a blurry shadow, and the sound of voices was drowned out by the rain, gradually becoming indistinguishable.
As Meng Yuhuai stepped out from the porch into the yard, his clothes became thoroughly soaked almost instantly, yet he didn't appear disheveled in the least.
He stood tall and large, with his hands clasped behind his back, his blue-gray garment clinging wet to his body, showcasing his wasp waist and apelike back even more, his posture straight and towering. His expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, his eyes fixed intently on Dong Deyou across from him. A chill emanated from him, spreading bit by bit, just like his demeanor, calm and unhurried, yet with an unyielding force that surged toward Dong Deyou.
