The unending spring rain pattered on the ground.1

Amidst the rain, a traveler from far away, draped in a straw raincoat, wearing a bamboo hat, and carrying a saber on his back stepped onto an empty street in a small village.1

“Empty” was not a completely accurate description, however. On a corner of the cold and desolate street, there was a beggar. He sat under the eaves of the buildings to take shelter from the rain.0

The eaves were not able to block the spring rain and the thin blanket the beggar covered himself with was visibly drenched. He curled up more and more. The sight was extremely pitiable.0

The traveler walked to his side. He lowered his head and, with a sigh, handed him a few coppers.0

“Thank you, thank you…” The beggar’s hands shuddered, trembling as he accepted the coins.0

The instant he reached out to take the coppers, a wrist blade suddenly flew out of the beggar’s sleeves into his hand and he thrust it toward the traveler’s stomach!0

Under the misty rain, nowhere in the jianghu is safe.0

However, the moment the wrist blade thrust out, a copper coin shot out of the traveler’s hands and dug itself into the beggar’s forehead.0

Thud!0

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