Li Zhibai remembered that when she walked out of the Sword Hall, she could still see some sun, but now, leaving the Qinling Family, all she saw was a curtain of rain.
She held an umbrella, raised its surface, and quietly watched the distance.
Without using her cultivation, she couldn't see Beisang City, couldn't see the Flower Moon Building, couldn't see Tong Jun.
People are always short-sighted.
At least that's how Li Zhibai saw herself. She felt that like Chang'an, she sometimes had little to show for herself.
The layers of dark clouds stacked in the sky, obscuring the sun, and the color-mixed rains seemed like ink dropped into clear water, gradually spreading.
This beautifully gloomy sky reminded Li Zhibai of how Tong Jun's black hair dispersed in water.
Tong Jun... hasn't returned for a long time.
Indeed.
