Suddenly, a light rain began to fall.
It pitter-pattered, like a middle-aged man's prostate.
The urge to pee was overwhelming, yet it dripped until dawn.
Zhong Tianque didn't like rainy days, or rather, he didn't like any day at Fengming Palace.
This kind of weather filled his heart with the melancholy of parting, and with an uncontrollable anger and hatred.
Bang!
Crack!
Crackle...
After a series of crashing sounds, everything that could be shattered and smashed in the study disappeared.
Even the cleaning robot got a few hard kicks from him, lying on the ground making creaking and grinding sounds.
Zhong Tianque collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, staring through the giant floor-to-ceiling window at the rain lines outside and the dark sky.
Utterly disconsolate.
Both his mood and his life.
The battle of the three Great Grandmasters on the shores of the Eastern Sea became world-famous because Shen Wuxiang mobilized a large army.
