Boom!
The blue sky darkened as thunder rumbled and clouds gathered.
The windy rain sprinkled on the endless river, and a few ships could be seen appearing and disappearing on the horizon. The towns on both sides of the river gradually lit up with lights.
Ye Jingtang, dressed in his black aristocratic robe made of water cloud brocade, with a saber hanging from his waist, was standing at the bow of the ship with an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. The deck behind him was full of cloth, tea leaves, porcelain, and other miscellaneous items. They were covered by oilcloth, and two disciples of the Red Flower Pavilion were fastening the ropes holding them in place.
Starting from the day before yesterday at River Shore Wharf, they had already sailed along the Clear River day and night for two days. They would arrive at West King Town at the border of Yun Province tomorrow morning.
