As they just left the city, it was still a cloudless sky.
But after just half a day on the road, a light drizzle began, which gradually turned into a heavy rain.
Squeak squeak~
The wheels of the carriage pressed over the muddy official road, leaving long tracks behind.
Two oil-cloth covered wagons, five fine horses, a group of people headed toward Taian under the leaden gray sky.
Li Yan flicked the raindrops off the brim of his bamboo hat and turned his head to look.
Jinan City behind them had long vanished into the mountain and river rain.
But he wasn't looking at Jinan City; he was recalling the conversation with Lu Hongyuan...
"Murder? Senior Lu, you may as well speak plainly."
"Mr. Li, are you aware of Mingde Academy's former 'Gentleman Sword' Zhou Zhao?"
"I've heard of him; he was your prized disciple."
