The thin hand carried Tianhai Shengxue's body and instantly took it from the back of his horse. Tianhai Shengxue flew backwards into the depths of Hundred Flowers Lane as swiftly as an arrow. The rain was knocked aside and a clear track was left on the gray flagstones. Finally, when Tianhai Shengxue had been dragged several dozen zhang away, a figure appeared.
It was a tall and thin old man dressed in an ordinary gown meant for leisure. His two shoulders were raised rather high and he seemed to give off an ancient aura, mixed with the extremely clear scent of blood. In his thin hand, Tianhai Shengxue looked just like a child.
The blank spaces had punched forward through the rain, ultimately stopping in front of Tianhai Shengxue's warhorse, and finally, another figure appeared. It was only after all these events that the rain began to fall once more. The threads of rain which had been cut apart once more linked together and the curtain of rain descended.
