The torrential rain poured, crashing down on the buildings with a clatter.
In the pitch-black world, the storm raged as Qin Ming stepped out of the tall tower, standing amidst the cascading curtain of rain practicing his martial arts.
At first, he was like a Golden Roc spreading its wings, intending to soar skyward. As the light of his fists erupted, it shot directly into the night sky, trying to connect with the lightning in the clouds.
Then, as he stretched his body, it became a natural expression of art.
The Heibai Diagram appeared, with the Yin Yang Fish rotating, enveloping him within. With the Tao Rhythm upon him, his large sleeves fluttered gently, meeting the electric light in the rainy night, as if he were lifting the mist and breaking through the sky.
The rain poured heavily, yet he was untouched by a single drop, not even his shoes or socks were wet. Every movement displayed a realm of emptiness and nature.
