The youth in black saw Ning Fan nod, daring to attempt the Slashing Heart Technique, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad."
He finally praised Ning Fan before silently walking out of the tavern, along the small path outside, drenched in the drizzle, as he walked further away.
He was the rain ancestor, but he was ultimately dead. He could only bestow opportunities upon the descendants, whether they succeed or fail, live or die, each has its fate which cannot be forcibly altered, and he naturally cannot intervene.
He came with the wind and rain, leaving within the rain, from whence he came, to whence he goes.
The illustrious achievements of the rain ancestor, how he rose step by step from insignificance, ultimately cannot be known by the later generations.
Ning Fan put away the jade scroll, clasped his fists toward the direction the rain ancestor departed, and stood long in the drizzle, holding a sense of admiration and gratitude.
