The mountain rain whispered mournfully, while thin mist shrouded the green forest.
Faint mist drifted slowly through the valleys. Mountain paths appeared and vanished from view. The wind blew, bamboo leaves rustled, and the bamboo sea rose and fell like waves and tides. Fresh rain fell upon an empty mountain.
A traveler appeared on the mist-filled path through the bamboo sea.
Cultivation refined not only the body, but also the heart. Since she was in no hurry, Bai Yujun chose to walk through the world on foot. She did not use her talent to ward off the rain, wearing a bamboo hat and straw rain cape, with Hengdao wrapped in coarse cloth slung across her back, traveling like some wandering martial artist.
As she traveled, Bai Yujun almost never stopped activating her rain-summoning talent to practice it.
As a result, rain fell wherever she went, and a vast patch of dark clouds constantly followed overhead. So long as she did not pour rain relentlessly onto one place, it would be fine as long as no flood broke out.
In the distance, she saw a village, smoke curling from the Thatched Huts.
At the village entrance, beneath an ancient and enormous banyan tree, a fair-faced scholar with a long beard held an umbrella as if waiting for someone. The fingers of his left hand behind his back kept tapping and calculating. His eyes were closed, and he stood motionless in thought.
After a long while.
The scholar opened his eyes and looked toward the path through the bamboo grove. A figure flickered in and out of sight through the distant mist.
"The rain bestowed by heaven can be calculated to the slightest fraction, yet this rain is unpredictable, and its divine power is astonishing. Still, this land has had enough rain