Rain Pounding on a Path in the Pugilistic World One Winter Night

Rain splattered against the window all night long. The shiny blade cut the crisp wood almost silently. If the people present weren't adepts, the assailant would've gone under the radar. Though the inn was situated at a modest-sized town, the wood was unquestionably high quality because the economy at Jiangnan was healthy. It, therefore, was clear what the ability to cut the wood so smoothly implied.

The silver dragon vigorously spun after it charged in, flicking the countless rain droplets into the room as if they were water blasts using internal strength. The Emperor neither looked over nor shifted back. He, instead, sliced the ai