"If the rain does not fail me, I will not fail the rain..." The Rain Emperor stood at the top of the ocean of clouds, looking at the eight large characters etched in iron and silver strokes on the mountain beneath his feet, his expression fluctuating between light and shadow.
These eight characters were carved by Ning Fan with his sword inscription.
The Rain Emperor had been standing here looking at the words for ten days.
Ten days ago, Ning Fan had killed King Lanling and then left comfortably, leaving the Heavenly Cloud Country.
During these ten days, the Rain Emperor had been pondering over Ning Fan's words, unsure of what to do.
"Should I be an enemy of this child, or turn enemies into friends..."
"This child can kill the Vine Emperor; his threat is no less than that of the Thunder Emperor Bu Zhou back then. As long as he is in the Rain Realm, it will never be completely within my grasp... Indeed, this child should still be eliminated, but..."
