The sky was murky, and the cold rain was relentless.
The muddy road was traveled by two young men clad in straw raincoats, each leading a horse and walking slowly.
They weren't unable to ride, but since the horses' backs were already laden with luggage, adding the weight of a person could easily result in getting stuck in poor road conditions, making things even more troublesome.
Traveling in ancient times was like this—just a bit of nasty weather could make a journey extremely difficult; in any case... one just had to get used to it.
"Really unlucky, the weather seemed fine when we left in the morning, but halfway through, this rain started. If we're not careful, we'll probably catch a cold tonight." Huang Donglai grumbled as he walked.
"Damn it, you still have the nerve to say that?" Sun Yixie was obviously quite displeased too, "Aren't you a Taoist? Couldn't you predict whether it would rain or not?"
