Like a virus, the news spread constantly through Message Talismans across Jiangbei and Jiangnan after night fell.
Night had fallen.
The rainy season had ended.
The endless, aggravating rain had finally stopped. The last thread of rain carrying that corrosive aura had vanished completely into the ink-black sky.
All of Nameless Mountain smelled crisp and clean.
As though it had just been washed anew.
The patter of rain no longer filled his ears, and he could faintly hear birds calling and insects chirping.
Chen Fan sat alone in a chair on the City Wall, idly handling the Jade Slip Medicine King Valley had left before departing as he gazed at the weather-beaten sides of the Canyon outside the Cave.
He let his mind wander.
This world offered little entertainment, but he seemed to have grown fond of doing nothing. He could simply stay on his own territory, somewhere he could guarantee absolute safety, and live in peace.
That was a good life.
But...
Some people refused to let him enjoy it.
Just then—"Young Master."
Crippled Monkey climbed onto the City Wall, draped a garment over Chen Fan's shoulders, and said softly, "Are you still thinking about what happened today? The Pill Sect really went too far. No wonder you were so angry today, Young Master."
Chen Fan paused, then shook his head with a smile. "What was there to be angry about? Honestly, I wasn't all that angry. He was just someone who threw his weight around. This world has all sorts of people. Naturally, there's no shortage of his kind."
"But how should I put it? Often, when people expect you to be angry, you need to show a little anger."
"Otherwise, they'll think you're weak."
"And that means you'll face a lot of obstacles down the road."
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