Plop!
A raindrop the size of a bean fell to the ground, raising a faint cloud of dust.
Immediately, more droplets descended from the high skies, hitting the trees, the ground, and the rain pavilion with a relentless patter that seemed endless.
In an instant, the whole world was engulfed by heavy rain, even the distant rolling hills were shrouded in the curtain of rain, becoming blurry as if both illusion and reality.
Fortunately, although the rain was heavy, the wind was not strong, and the wide rain pavilion sheltered against the sudden downpour, not affecting the person sitting inside.
Qin Qingxuan gazed at Wang Chen, a hint of doubt flashing deep within her star-bright eyes.
Regarding Wang Chen, or rather Ling Zhiyuan's origins, she had long known them clearly, even having detailed knowledge of his experiences after joining the Blood Cloak Guard.
However, the more she knew about Wang Chen, the more doubts Qin Qingxuan had in her heart.