Rain poured down like a waterfall.
Few people were on the road. The occasional two or three hurried through the rain.
Some carried umbrellas; others wore straw rain capes.
Jiang Ning walked beneath his umbrella through the curtain of rain, heading home.
The scene from earlier surfaced in his mind again: King Huai'an had spoken down to him from a position of superiority.
The mere eruption of the king's aura had made him feel the pressure of a man standing at the pinnacle of Martial Dao.
He knew all too well that King Huai'an had just fought a fierce battle and survived an ambush. The king was in terrible condition, with less than a tenth of his strength remaining.
It was precisely because the king was in such poor condition that Granny Bai had chosen to appear.
The details of what had happened kept flashing through his mind. At last, he sighed inwardly.
I'm still too weak!
He understood that, given what he had achieved, few people in the world would willingly make an enemy of him. He was still young, and no one knew how far he might rise.
But King Huai'an was not among those people.
King Huai'an stood at the very pinnacle of the Martial Dao of this age.
Those alive who could defeat him could be counted on one hand.
The king was already a living legend, one of the Martial Dao's myths.
A man like that had no reason to fear what Jiang Ning might achieve in the future.
In the eyes of the world, even if Jiang Ning fulfilled all his promise, he would merely become another Martial Dao legend, someone who stood shoulder to shoulder with King Huai'an.
Why would a man who had long since reached the pinnacle spare that a glance?