Rain poured down like a waterfall.

It washed away the pooled blood and fragmented corpses littering the Qingding Military Drill Ground. Bean-sized droplets pitter-pattered against the eaves.

The sudden downpour soaked everyone present, shaking them out of their stunned, terrified reverie. They hurriedly sought shelter from the rain. Even those influential figures now looked drenched and bedraggled, but even so, they instinctively looked toward the platform.

There, they saw a youth in robes, their blue fabric reminiscent of jade. He held an oil-paper umbrella, and the rain flowed down its sides, shrouding his tall, lean figure in mist and giving him an ethereal air.

His long hair was neatly bound up with a wooden hairpin. As he stepped off the platform, he looked calm and at ease despite the dense clouds and pouring rain.

Oh, impressive! Brother Su had the foresight to tell me to bring two umbrellas…. Huang Qianjun sighed to himself. He held an umbrella too.

When they saw Su Yi walk towards them, step by step, those major powers’ hearts tensed.

“What’s he doing? Don’t tell me he still wants to kill people?”

“Hard to say….”

“How about we get out of here?”

“Didn’t you see how Qin Feng died?...