บท 183: Chapter 180 Xu Qiuming's Shock, Fang Jing's Thoughts

Dark clouds obscured the sky, with distant rumbles of thunder, and a drizzle fell, sprinkling over an expansive island with undulating mountains where beastly birds could be seen sweeping through the air.

Several cities adorned the island.

In one of the cities surrounded by green hills, bustling streets were filled with cultivators, some clad in straw raincoats, others using magic artifacts to avoid the rain, seemingly unaffected.

Down a narrow alley, a man dressed in black held a paper umbrella as he descended along the mossy stone steps. A treasured sword was attached to his waist, its sheath turning rainwater into steam upon contact, which then evaporated into wisps of white vapor.

He made his way to an overhang and gently knocked on the door, from which an elderly voice responded, "Who is knocking?"

"Xu Qiuming."

The man under the paper umbrella spoke, revealing himself to be Xu Qiuming.