Su Yun looked up at the sky. He did not think that God was going against him. Instead, he felt that this was a good training opportunity.
He had never practiced in such an environment where the wind howled and the rain poured.
Perhaps the breakthrough just now was also because of this 'timely rain'.
Since it was a trial, he would naturally improve through hardship.
Su Yun's thoughts were very optimistic.
He stepped into the rain again.
With every step, the soft pine leaves on the ground would seep out and wrap around Su Yun's feet.
The soft needles, the strong wind that whistled through the forest, the pattering rain, and the wind chimes of the leaves swaying and colliding.
It also had a different flavor.
Su Yun transformed himself into a gust of wind in the forest; a drop of rain that escaped from the Heavenly Palace; an immovable pine tree swaying and singing; and even a leaf soaked in rain and soil.
