The rain poured down in torrents.
The curtain of water stretched into one vast sheet. The slanting eaves seemed to transform into mountains and rivers, while the rain became cascading waterfalls.
In enormous Linhai City, the broad streets were nearly empty beneath this heaven-drenching downpour.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
In the rain, a gaunt old horse trudged slowly onward, drenched from head to hoof. Rainwater flooded its eyes, yet they remained bright and spirited.
Liu Sheng led the horse, his steps splashing sheets of water across the ground.
He watched the rain, his voice tinged with remembrance.
"A hundred years ago, even when the rain poured like this, though there were unspoken rules everywhere in the world, people still believed that rules would outweigh those unspoken rules.
"Sadly, a hundred years have slipped away. It is not merely that unspoken rules have eclipsed the rules—even the rules... have become a joke." Liu Sheng's voice was ancient.
He truly had been born a groom.
An official's son became an official, a merchant's son became a merchant, and a groom's son became a groom.
His household had raised grooms for generations. As expected, his descendants would also become grooms one after another.
Fortunately, however, he had encountered Divine Descent in his youth.
Among worldly professions, there was no distinction between noble and lowly.
If you wanted to lie flat, then lie flat.
But as long as you worked hard and possessed the will to advance, you would achieve something.
Having been an excellent groom, Liu Sheng became a model "groom" of the first generation. Like Wang Kong's grandfather, he was a model laborer.
He gained "rights" and a "voice."
He was also able to live with comparatively greater freedom and embark upon the path of a Weapon Wielder.
One had to know that