The spring rain is silent.
The fine rain threads, like silver lines, drift down, falling into a winding river deep within the Outer Sect of the Five Extremes Mountain.
Raindrops spread gentle ripples across the surface of the river.
At this moment, the sky was slightly dim.
A gentle breeze mixed with fine rain collided head-on with the upright figure of a young boy standing in the middle of the river, the fine raindrops condensing into beads amidst his hair.
There was a blue halo dispersing on his legs.
With the aid of that Spiritual Power, his body was like a leaf boat on the river, his feet sticking to the water's surface without sinking.
Moreover, his body rose and fell with the undulations of the water surface.
Suddenly, the young boy opened his sharp eyes.
In the instant his eyelids flipped open.
Splash! A white flower of waves burst open on the river surface where he stood.
