Cold rain continued, at Wu Lie Bridge Head.
From afar, Lu Ran saw a tall woman clad in a yellow raincoat.
In this gloomy scene, she appeared as the only vibrant color in the world.
She stood on the stone railing of the bridge, gazing into the distance at the Wu Lie River rushing southward.
In her naturally hanging right hand, she held a long and slender Night-slaying Great Saber.
The cold rain drenched the saber, shimmering with cold light, and flowed down the blade tip to the ground.
"Goodness." Lu Ran couldn't help but grin.
This was rather imposing.
He quickened his pace, calling out from afar, "Sister?"
Deng Yuxiang stood motionless, lost in her thoughts as she watched the river, seemingly oblivious to Lu Ran's voice.
Lu Ran hastened his steps, coming up beside her, resting his elbow on the bridge railing and tilting his head up to look at the woman under the hood:
"Sister?"
His only response was the rushing sound of the river.
