As time passed, the wind and rain grew heavier.
The howling wind sounded like it was crying as it reverberated in the main city of the Seven Blood Eyes. It roamed every street and alley, meeting the rain in the sky time and time again and hugging each other.
It also landed on the Panquan Road and around Xu Qing.
The rain knocked on the bricks at the side, producing a tata sound. The wind wasn't to be outdone either, blowing his long robe and causing it to flutter.
As for Xu Qing, who was standing under the roof, it was as though he wouldn't be disturbed by the wind and rain. His entire person melted into the darkness like a hunter, not moving at all as he coldly stared at his prey.
He was very patient. His breathing was even and unhurried.
