Chapter 299: The Rebel in the Falling Rain

May, the rainy season had arrived.

Thick, rolling clouds swept in, pressing down the sky. Standing in the windswept wilderness, one could clearly see the dividing line between heaven and earth. At the edge of those heavy clouds on the horizon, streaks of golden afterglow were cast, outlining the shapes of the clouds.

A flash of lightning instantly pierced the sky, like a twisted golden branch, followed by the whooshing sound of rain approaching from far to near.

Rain fell from the sky, striking the ground and splashing up bits of mud and water, then quickly soaking the ashen ground and turning it a wet and darkened hue.

The wind blew intermittently, causing the curtain of rain to sway in the wind. Wherever the rain struck, it brought up a misty fog, and the whooshing sound of the rain drowned out the cacophony of other noises, bringing unity and tranquility.