Something felt off with Prince Aisi's arrival at this juncture.
Jiang Fei acknowledged this, and hastily sent people to investigate.
Finally, his mind settled down. The familiar master had returned at last.
...
After entering summer, the weather was fickle.
An hour ago, it was sunny and bright, but then, dark clouds suddenly appeared, obscuring the bright sunshine.
The air was muggy with not a hint of wind.
The leaves on the trees flanking the road barely moved, each one drooping and lifeless.
A caravan of a hundred or so merchants was creaking down the official road.
The members of the caravan, who had been in the scorching sun all day, had lost all energy, each one of them drooping, unwilling to talk.
The surroundings were silent.
It seemed as if only the rumbling of the wheels were the only sounds in the universe.
