33 A Small Shop Within The Heavy Rain (1/2)
Jun Mo Xie left the Jun Residence swiftly through the side door and strolled his way into the main street as the rain fell on his bamboo hat. Due to the sudden heavy downpour, the main street, which was usually bustling with activity and people, was now empty. On the other hand, the shops on the sides were brimming with packed with people. Time and time again, sounds of cursing or laughter can be heard coming out from the shops.
With the sound of the heavy downpour, the rowdy noises had seemingly merged together. Jun Mo Xie strolled alone among the heavy rain, watching the rain cut off the Heavens and Earth from each other. As the rain fell on his bamboo hat, Jun Mo Xie felt his own insignificance and loneliness.
So what if he had been the world’s best assassin in his past life? So what if he had been granted a substantial opportunity to transcend death, transmigrating into another world? So what if he had managed to obtain the immeasurably mysterious treasure, the Hongjun Pagoda? So what if he has the opportunity to practice the mysterious Art of Unlocking Heaven’s Fortune?
At the end of the day, he was but a drop of water amidst a raging sea. So minuscule, so solitary and so alone…
”The predecessors will never meet their ancestors; the successors will never meet their descendants. Leisurely studying Heaven and Earth, and yet alone and inferior,” Jun Mo Xie laughed bitterly as he shook his head, thinking that he should have been the one who has written this poem. Born in another world, he was truly a man without a precedent and without a descendant! The true descendant of Yan and Huang in this world was no one but himself!
Water covered every inch of the ground due to the heavy rain. The fog which accompanied the rain was extremely heavy, it obscured the skies, causing everything to be hazy and blurry. Even the surrounding downpour seemed to have lost its sound… Jun Mo Xie suddenly felt as he was in a dream, every single person and every other thing mattered no more. There was only him, walking alone through the pouring rain…
Jun Mo Xie felt as if he was a ghost or in a dream, his heavy footsteps which echoed in the rain and yet felt afar. This incomplete feeling made Jun Mo Xie who was once a cold-blooded assassin to feel vulnerable and weak.
As he found himself looking into a dark place, he had realized that he had unconsciously exited the main street and entered into a narrow alleyway. In the midst of the rain, there hung a conspicuous bamboo pole which stood tilted from a shop and from within came the smell of wine.
The only way to drown sorrows was to shut it out!
The only way to shut sorrows out was wine! Jun Mo Xie hesitated for a moment before entering the wine shop.
The shop had only fifteen tables, yet barely anyone was present. Considering how small the shop was, it was obvious that the shop’s business will have been affected by the heavy rain outside. Within the corner of the shop, there was one person with a bamboo hat which hid his face, sat while drinking wine. He seemed to be enjoying himself but only felt as he was lonely.
Jun Mo Xie sat silently in the corner, ordering two plates of small snacks and a jug of wine and help himself to the wine.
He was by himself in a small shop within the heavy rain.
I toast this cup to those whom I have killed in my previous life. Forgive me, for there is no chance for your revenge. Gulp!
I toast this cup to those whose life I will take in my current life. Forgive me, for you are destined to die by my hands. Cheers!
I toast this cup to my Master, my fellow brothers and sisters. I wish your missions to forever be successful. May you all be able to retire early and live a peaceful life.
I toast this cup to…