The drizzle falls, misty like a fleeting dream.
In the hot late May, such a foggy rain is a rare occurrence, and paired with a thatched hut and a heroic man seated inside leisurely sipping his drink, it creates an intriguingly delightful scene, like a landscape of the Martial World ink painting; the sound of rain composes a melody, lightly tapping on the thatch——Leaning against the tower listening to the wind and rain, indifferent to the path of the Martial World.
Unfortunately, those who listen to wind and rain while leaning against towers are frequent, but those who are indifferent to the path of the Martial World are rare.
Because those who enter the Martial World all seek fame and reverence, at worst, they wish to be prominent in a certain place or sect, unwilling to be mediocre, so how can they remain indifferent?
