The rain persisted incessantly.
In the broad streets of Fei Huang City.
Wearing a raincoat, Wang Wenqi suddenly maneuvered into an alleyway.
Her pace suddenly quickened, splashing water all over the ground.
Behind her, a man clad in black robes appeared with a mocking smile on his face, "Remnant of Jiang Country, where do you think you're running to!"
The man dressed in black swiftly moved to capture Wang Wenqi.
At that moment, an elderly figure in a Confucian robe intervened.
Suddenly, the alley was filled with brilliant light, stopping the black-robed man's attack in its tracks.
The man in the black robe halted, surprise in his eyes, "A member of the Teaching of Wushi?"
The elderly man in Confucian robes looked at him, a sigh in his eyes, "You are a member of the Lin royal family, why do you serve the Evil God?"
"Finest birds choose the best trees to perch on; I have simply made a better choice." The man in black robes did not engage further, his voice laden with depth.
