Drip-drop, drip-drop...
Outside the window, autumn rain was falling.
This was the last rain of autumn, marking the official transition into the winter season after today.
In the South, rain was frequent. The noise from outside the window was loud and chaotic, likely people arguing over haggling prices. But none of this shifted the young boy's attention.
Drip-drop.
Another viscous droplet slid down, just like those falling from the eaves, except this droplet did not land in a puddle but on the bricks below, vanishing in an instant.
Just like Jiang Feng at this very moment.
"Still not right, let's try again."
There was no hint of frustration on his delicate face, his expression remained focused as he closed his eyes again. He had repeated this process thousands of times. In fact, ever since he returned to Shuangfeng City, he had been repeating it continuously, trying to find that fleeting spark of inspiration.
Foundation Establishment.
