Lord Xuanping left the Tea Shed still feeling sentimental, "The folks here are truly warm-hearted, not even charging for tea."
The owner of the Tea Shed had been running his stall for seven or eight years and had never seen such a stingy customer before!
Absolutely unbelievable!
The torrential rain showed no signs of abating, making traveling in such weather extremely dangerous and inconvenient.
Of course, that applied to others, but Lord Xuanping was a military general, who had experienced even worse weather on the battlefield; he would not easily be stopped halfway.
Dressed in a thick straw coat and wearing a bamboo hat, Lord Xuanping rode atop his tall steed.
He patted its head, looking into the waterfall-like rain and said, "That old man is on his last breath, don't you understand he cannot be allowed to die a peaceful death?"
