Whoosh!
It was a rainy night.
The incessant rain fell onto the surface of the river, creating ripples; it fell on the leaves within the courtyard, making a rustling sound.
Sheets of crystalline rainwater cascaded down from the green tiles in front of Su Heng, forming a curtain of beads.
Su Heng sat cross-legged, facing the expansive Guan River outside.
Occasionally, lightning streaked across the sky, sudden flashes of silver snakes, with the ancient and vast scenery of Canglong Mountain faintly visible in the distance.
Next to Su Heng's left hand was a jar, its lid already open, inside, large chunks of demon flesh was emitting a substantial red mist, sizzling as it filled the room.
And along with the blood-red grease, dripping down from the irregular chunks of flesh.
Yet Su Heng didn't mind the greasiness, he tilted his head back and swallowed a chunk whole.
