The rain pattered against the window drapes, falling downward along the upturned corners of the roof, converging into a curtain of silver beads.
Having left the Northern Frontier, the chilling winds had dispersed, replaced by the lingering autumn rains.
Amidst the vast curtain of rain, a lone flying beast soared through the sky.
The attic was antique and charming; standing before the window lattice and looking down, one could see a breathtaking view of mountains and rivers bathed in the rain.
Lush forests spread along the undulating hills to the edge of sight, and from these towering woods, the faint roars of Demonic Beasts could occasionally be heard.
Withdrawn from the view, Xu Yuan looked around his room with quite a pleased gaze at the layout and furnishings.
Precious sandalwood incense, a bed draped with golden silk brocade, and a tea tray cast from the carved bones of bright-cornered python snakes—everything was so pleasing to the eye.
