All around, the rain was pouring in sheets, yet up ahead, three hundred meters or so, there stretched a most peculiar and unnatural path—as if some invisible force had carved out a space free from the deluge.
Even the battle-hardened soldiers, upon seeing this uncanny sight, felt a chill of terror and awe clench their hearts.
"Th-thank you for your kindness, Scholar Lu."
For a long while, Zhou Dingyuan in the carriage sat dazed before he forced out a strained smile.
Moments later, the whole convoy slowly moved forward along the rainless path.
After traveling several miles, Zhou Dingyuan suddenly called for a halt and jumped down from the carriage.
His personal guards wanted to hurry over and hold an umbrella for him, but he waved them off.
"No need!"
Zhou Dingyuan strode into the curtain of rain and lifted his head skyward.
Plump raindrops kept battering his face. It was as if this was the only way to ease his heart a little.
