In the pouring rain.
The oiled paper umbrella of the white-clad traveler shimmered with a faint glow.
The raindrops had not yet landed when they were separated by those few centimeters of light, quite peculiar.
And his footsteps were even stranger.
With each step he took, the rushing water instantly became as calm as a lake, without a single ripple.
Only seen with each step the white-clad traveler took, a ripple bloomed behind him, sprinkling droplets like lotus flowers with every step.
"Interesting."
Yi Lin watched as the white-clad traveler slowly approached through the rain from the end of the street, piquing his curiosity.
Bai Chuchu, the fearsome tigress of Green Ox Mountain, once said that those who understand cultivation techniques, whether Buddhist, Taoist, or demonic, are collectively referred to as the Mysterious Gate.
They are out of tune with the mundane world, thus called 'mysterious'.
