Dawn broke.
The great storm had raged all night. By morning, not only were there no signs of it abating, but it had grown even more ferocious. A tempest of wind and rain, with thunder crashing overhead.
All of Luoyang City seemed like a water town shrouded in mist and rain, possessing a kind of hazy beauty.
"When Kunlun and the Liu Family were destroyed, I remember it was a rainy day just like this, wasn't it?"
Within the Yan Family Manor, a second-tier family, a young woman sighed. It was Zhang Yao.
Beside her stood another woman, about twenty years old. She had a graceful, slender figure and delicate skin. Her eyes were like pools of clear water, and her every glance held a certain refined, noble air.
"Maybe he's not dead."
Yan Shuangying pursed her red lips, a flicker of hope in her eyes.
She found it truly hard to accept that the young man who had once stunned Luoyang and made a name for himself throughout Cyan Cloud Country would die just like that.
