The torrential rain came down like a waterfall, pouring from the heavens.
There were few pedestrians on the road. Now and then, two or three people hurried through the rain.
Some held umbrellas, while others wore straw rain capes.
Holding an umbrella, Jiang Ning walked through the curtain of rain toward home.
At that moment, the scene from earlier surfaced in his mind again: Prince Huai'an had lectured him from a lofty, superior stance.
The mere eruption of his aura at the time had allowed Jiang Ning to personally feel the pressure of a powerhouse at the Martial Peak.
He knew even more clearly that Prince Huai'an had just endured a great battle and an ambush. His condition had been terrible, and barely one-tenth of his strength remained.
It was precisely because Prince Huai'an was in such poor condition that White Granny had chosen to descend.
The information from earlier flashed through his mind again and again, and he secretly sighed.
I'm still too weak!
He understood that, looking across the world, not many people were willing to make an enemy of him. After all, he was still young, and no one knew how high his future achievements might rise.
But Prince Huai'an was not among them.
Prince Huai'an was an existence who had already reached the Martial Peak of the current age.
In this world, only a handful of people could defeat a powerhouse like Prince Huai'an.
Prince Huai'an was a legend of the current age, one of the myths of the Martial Path.
For a person of his stature, it was impossible for him to feel the slightest apprehension toward Jiang Ning's future achievements.
In the eyes of the world, even if Jiang Ning's future achievements came to fruition, he would merely become a new Martial Dao Myth,