Listening to Wind and Rain from a Tower, Watching the Roads of the Martial World with Calm Indifference

A light rain pattered down, hazy as an ethereal dream.

In the sultry season near the end of May, such a misty rain was already a rare sight. Add a thatched cottage, and a rugged man sitting within it, pouring himself a drink, and it became an image rich with charm—like an ink-wash painting of the martial world. The sound of rain composed a melody as it danced patteringly upon the thatch—listening to wind and rain from a tower, watching the roads of the martial world with calm indifference.

Sadly, there were often people who listened to wind and rain from towers, but few who could watch the roads of the martial world with calm indifference.

After all, once one entered the martial world, everyone wanted to make a name for themselves and earn others' admiration. At the very least, they wanted to rise to prominence somewhere, or within some sect, rather than lead an ordinary, unremarkable life. How could anyone view it all with indifference?

Jiang Dali, who had long since stood proudly at the pinnacle of the martial world, should have been qualified to view it with indifference. At the very least, he cared little about the popular forum threads discussing him among players or in the martial world.

Things like, "Black Wind Stronghold Master is finished," "Black Wind Stronghold Master can no longer advance," or "No matter how long Black Wind Stronghold's carving grows, it will never penetrate the Sacred Dynasty's core." He merely laughed off such heated discussions.

Honestly, he was sick of it.

Although he had rarely appeared before the players lately, he remained someone they constantly thought about. That was the trouble of being a charismatic, legendary NPC Great BOSS.

There was no helping it. Ever since his meteoric rise nearly three years ago,