The rain could not wash away Jia Lingyun’s fury.
To describe a man drenched to the bone in a downpour as "furious" might not be precise, but it was certainly fitting. Raindrops clung to Jia Lingyun’s hair, trickling down his soaked robes to pool on the ground. Amidst the deluge, he felt a sudden sense of helplessness, much like Zhuge Liang in his past life, when he had lured his nemesis Sima Yi into Shangfang Valley only to have a sudden downpour extinguish the fire that was meant to consume him.
He turned with a blank, stiff expression and fixed his gaze upon the soldiers of the Camp Breaker, who were still muttering complaints.
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