The rain fell in torrents.
Bucketfuls of rain poured into the bamboo forest beside Wind Character Tower, landing on the green umbrellas held by passersby, sliding down the umbrella surfaces onto the ground, mixing with the soil, turning into mud.
Under the flying eaves of Wind Character Tower, the golden bells suddenly rang with the wind, their sound cascading from above, as distant as the heavens.
Beneath Jinling, the bright red silk cloth danced wildly.
The young man in yellow was ready to sheathe his sword. As the crowd saw there was no more spectacle to watch, they gradually dispersed. The martial artist holding the sword behind him opened his eyes, his previously gathered inner strength dissipated, adding a touch of additional laziness. The young man's friend came over from the side and teased with a big laugh.
"Hahaha, Murong, don't be angry. I'll handle the bets today."
"Go find a courtesan to cool your fire."
Everything followed a normal trajectory.