The torrential rain poured down, each drop striking the blue roof tiles like the rhythmic beat of a drum, as if the heavens themselves were sounding the call for the impending battle. A wild gale whipped the rain against the walls, creating a frantic, clattering din, while the copper bells beneath the eaves swung violently, emitting a chaotic and grating screech. Sheets of rain cascaded off the rooftops, shrouding the entire world in a hazy, impenetrable mist.
Shen Mingyue crouched in the shadows atop the inn’s roof. The bone-chilling cold of the damp tiles seeped through her thin clothes, and rivulets of rainwater trickled from the edge of her bamboo hat, blurring her vision. Cold rain slid down her neck and into her collar, forcing an involuntary shudder from her.
The intelligence she had gathered three days prior from a black market informant echoed in her mind: Qin Wujiu, the notorious bandit known as "Thousand-Handed Mystery," was hiding in the abandoned Dragon King Temple on the west side of the city, carrying the first volume of the fragmented Heart-Clearing Formula. She gripped the hilt of the soft sword at her waist, her knuckles turning white. The Holy Tribe Bloodline surged restlessly within her, her veins pulsing with a power that threatened to burst forth, a constant reminder of how dangerous and uncontrollable this strength truly was.
Chapter 127