The young men participating in the training were caught completely off guard by the sudden downpour. They had been laughing and joking only moments before, but in the blink of an eye, they were drenched to the skin, looking utterly miserable.
"Find cover! Quickly!" someone shouted, but their voice was immediately swallowed by the roar of the rain. They scrambled toward the large trees by the side of the road, stumbling like a herd of frightened deer. Their hair plastered to their faces by the rain, their vision blurred, they relied on instinct to dash toward the trees that offered a semblance of shelter. Some tripped on the muddy ground, scrambling up in a rush only to continue running, cursing the wretched weather as they went.
Liang Song, however, stood where he was, unmoving. He kept his feet firmly planted on the ground, as steady as an ancient pine. The rain poured down over his head, tracing tracks down his rugged face like tears carved by time. His short-sleeved camouflage shirt was already soaked through, clinging to his body and outlining his robust muscles, highlighting a sense of power forged through trials.
Chapter 449