Although it was autumn, the rain made everyone feel as if they had returned to the misty spring. Although Tianlan City had not developed its own unique character, this ancient architecture street was constructed entirely in the style of ancient buildings during its reconstruction. The rows of lanterns hanging over the street and the different lanterns at each shop's entrance became the only sources of light on the rainy night.
In the form of an Eggshell Chicken, Xiao Ji shrank on top of Feng Yuan's head, nervously watching the surroundings. The wind that it summoned surrounded itself, blowing away the rainwater that tried to approach. Feng Yuan steadily held an oil-paper umbrella, strolling leisurely on the cobblestone path, occasionally attracting the attention of passersby drawn to his unique aura.
"I didn't expect him to exude such a special aura."
