Jiang Man walked step by step across the lush grass. The ground was slightly damp, yielding softly beneath his feet, and a few blades of emerald grass clung to the soles of his shoes. It must have rained recently; tiny water droplets still hung from the tips of the grass, refracting scattered glimmers of light. The air carried the scent of earth—fresh and moist, bearing the unique fragrance that always followed the rain. It was a comfortable feeling, much like a leisurely stroll after a storm.
Breathing in the damp air, Jiang Man felt his originally restless mind settle considerably. He had encountered far too many things lately. One incident followed another, leaving him with almost no time to catch his breath. Even an Unparalleled Celestial Pride like him couldn't help but sigh in lament. Was it his own problem, or were the Evil Gods just too rowdy? They rarely gave him a moment of peace.
