The dark clouds hung over Yong'an Island, and the rain continued to fall without pause.
The cypress forest beside the building swayed violently in the wind and rain, producing a continuous rustling sound.
Large raindrops incessantly pounded against the glass window, trickling down in winding paths.
Fang Cheng leaned back in the wide leather office chair, admiring the scenery outside the window.
The cool breeze from the central air conditioning brushed over the desk, dispersing the rising steam from the cup, while the rich aroma of premium tea gradually diffused throughout the room.
From this prime position halfway up the mountain, looking down.
The fishing port, the town below, and even the distant churning bay were all swallowed by the mist raised by the torrential rain, leaving only blurred gray and white outlines.
This was the top floor of the True Thought Society headquarters building.
