A torrential rain suddenly struck Fu City.
The wind drove bean-sized raindrops hammering against the ground, splashing up white mist until everything in sight was a blur of white.
Qin Manjiang stared blankly at the version of himself before him. He was Qin Manjiang too.
His hairstyle was different, his eyes were different, and his bearing was completely different.
Apart from sharing his face and name, the man before him could be called an entirely different person.
But to the thirty-year-old Qin Manjiang, the moment the downpour arrived, his village returned to normal.
The shouts of the young and old from his hometown reached his ears. He turned to look. The village, empty just moments earlier with nothing but lights, was now full of people.
No... more precisely, everyone else had appeared the moment "he," the man before him, suddenly appeared.
He froze.
Rain washed mud onto the concrete road beneath his feet, and villagers hurried past now and then, heads lowered against the wind.
Some even called out when they saw him, "Little Qin, get home! The river might rise!"
The thirty-year-old Qin Manjiang took it all in, dazed. The occasional passing villagers seemed unable to see the man standing before him who looked exactly like him. They merely greeted him in passing, showing no curiosity whatsoever about who this person was.
He looked at Qin Manjiang, whose figure was somewhat blurred behind the dense curtain of rain.
The rain had come so suddenly, and it was far too heavy.
Before long, muddy water rose above his ankles.
Although the families living beside the river in the countryside were used to bad weather, as the middle-aged man hurrying past had just said, a downpour this sudden and heavy could very well make the river rise.
He felt as if