The sun was about to set when the sky gradually turned dark, not because the absent of the sunlight, but because the storm was brewing.
The harsh wind blew everything that passed it mercilessly as the sound akin to a beast could be heard.
"Young Miss Senja, the storm is coming." Yi Qing looked at the sky, astonished. Initially he doubted Senja's word when she said the there would be a storm tonight, but now he had not a reason to not believe her.
Yi Qing and Senja along with three hundreds soldiers took detour to reach Xiao Wang Wei's camp since this afternoon. In order to avoid the storm, they had been riding their horse for seven hours by now and need five more hours before they could reach there.
It was seven hours longer than the usual route.
Since the core of the storm was near the northern fortress, they were only suffering the harsh wind that still bearable. But, they could see the dark sky from faraway.
