In the past, she had always been out in the open, leaving her far too passive. Now, she wanted to hide in the shadows and let the people from the other forbidden lands charge into battle.
While the mantis stalked the cicada, she would be the oriole waiting behind.
As for whether the Drizzle Forbidden Land could actually slay that demon, she had never worried about it, of course.
Since that demon had been able to subdue her, would dealing with the people from the Drizzle Forbidden Land not be as easy as turning his hand?
Amid a garden full of pears, she raised her head, her palm-sized face full of grace and elegance.
Tears trickled down, seemingly mingling with the rain, making the sight all the more beautiful.
Whoosh!
Her water sleeves danced ceaselessly, becoming one with the autumn rain.
In the rain, she sang opera with abandon, the song as sorrowful as ever.
"Blood Rain Demon Venerable, the formless demon body, and that long-lost flame. Drizzle Forbidden Land, you want to subdue a man even I failed to subdue? Don't you find that absurd?"
"You're not worthy!"
The rain was still falling, only this rain fell on Chang'an Street.
Fang Yang walked through the rain, expressionless, as the cries of the vendors around him grew more and more distant.
The many vendors seemed to turn into shadows and slowly vanish, while Chang'an Street became an ink-wash painting, a sealed ink-wash painting. Fang Yang was inside it, imprisoned by the painting.
The rain around him became curtains, pattering down from the heavens and shrouding his entire figure.
The rain turned to mist, and everything seemed so hazy and tranquil.
More and more rainwater gathered on the street. Like pearls large and small falling onto a jade platter, the