There has never been a summer with so much rain. The downpour has lasted for half a month with no sign of stopping. The surging currents of Jin River were on the verge of bursting the dam.

Feiyun’s Nine-doves Gown had a demonic glow; his eyes were red and his long hair fluttered in the wind.

He trod through the muddy shore, southward. Who knows of his destination?

The fight against the Beiming has left him wounded. Moreover, he carved the statue of Supreme Goddess for three months without resting.

Though his evil affinity was violent, he was still a human, not a god. The guy could collapse at any moment.

Dongfang Jingyue weathered the rain and continued to follow him from a distance. Her black dress was dirty; hair a mess. Beads of water ran down her forehead and left behind muddy stains on her otherwise flawless face.

The two walked like that for miles without speaking.

Suddenly,...