Hong Yuan shook his head helplessly.
A few days later, a heavy rain blanketed the entire Black Mountain Prefecture City.
Zhou Dingyuan stood under the eaves, gazing at the sky.
"Lord Zhou, this heavy rain probably won't last more than a couple of days, why not wait a day or two and return to Jinghua then?" Xu Yuan stood beside him, seeing the group of officials off.
Zhou Dingyuan shook his head. "Since we've set the date, how could a mere rainfall stop us?"
He stepped out, and a soldier in armor who had been waiting came over, holding an umbrella to shield him from the rain.
Zhou Dingyuan climbed into the carriage in a few strides. Before long, the procession left Xu Mansion and headed out of the city.
Unexpectedly, just after passing the city gates, the convoy suddenly came to a halt.
"What's going on?"
Zhou Dingyuan's voice rang out from inside the carriage.
A commander ran over and reported, "Dean Hong Yuan and others are here ahead to see us off."
"Hong Yuan?"
