The rain was getting heavier.
Pouring rain soaked the Greenstone Avenue.
Passers-by were all in a hurry, quickly leaving.
Soon, in the vast Greenstone Avenue, only Hong Yuan was left alone, standing still with an oil-paper umbrella.
Some diners on the second and third floors of the Hundred Joy Tavern observed the flow of rainwater, as if sensing something, looking down, but finding nothing.
At this moment.
Hong Yuan felt a sense of silence in his heart, surrounded by loneliness.
Suddenly, too suddenly!
He wasn't prepared for anything.
In an instant, images of moments spent with Tang Baiwei flashed through Hong Yuan's mind.
The first time he learned about Tang Baiwei.
It was thanks to Le Congsheng's cheerful introduction.
Tang Baiwei gave Hong Yuan the first impression of a graceful female cultivator.
"Yuan!"
"Cong Sheng, who is this?"
