The rain had begun at dusk.
At first, it was not heavy. Accompanied by the patter of rain, Chu Qing sorted out his attire.
Black nightwear, a white mask, the Sleeve Arrow on his left hand, and the willow-leaf saber at his waist.
Finally, he took up the Profound Gloom Sword. With a little time still left, he took out the sword salve, dipped a cloth into it, and spread it evenly over the blade.
This was meant for maintaining weapons in the first place.
There would be bloodshed tonight, so naturally he had to keep this sword in excellent condition.
Once he had finished all that, he carried his sword out the door and into the rain.
The place where he lived was rather remote. It took him roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea to reach Falling Rain Hall.
Before he arrived, he spotted Wu Qianhuan standing on the roof, holding a red oil-paper umbrella.
She wore red tonight.
On a rainy night, beneath the eaves, amid the endless dark hues, the girl in red robes beneath a red umbrella was the only bright color between heaven and earth.
The scene possessed a desolate kind of beauty.
Yet Chu Qing had little interest in appreciating it. He flashed to Wu Qianhuan's side and, before she could react, ducked beneath her umbrella.
"You people really know how to make trouble. It hadn't rained for days, and then it had to rain today.
"And you chose today to make your move..."
Were they afraid the atmosphere of martial world slaughter was not strong enough?
Wu Qianhuan had originally been feeling solemn.
Before a great battle, one ought to be solemn.
After all, martial world slaughter meant bloodshed. It meant death.
But she had discovered that ever