The iron-gray shadows engulfed the sky.
In the morning, glimpses of sunlight still pierced through the gaps in the clouds, but less than half a day passed, and the mottled clouds thickened into a blanket, casting a hazy drizzle.
On the ark, the boatman stood in the rain, his hair soaked with sweat and plastered to his face, as he straightened his back and pointed towards the dim outline of a low mountain ahead.
"Lord, up ahead is Shahe Mountain. The terrain is too high for our boat to pass; you will have to ride a horse."
Wei Shao gazed towards Shahe Mountain under the dim daylight, "Find a place to moor."
"Yes."
Two boatmen found a suitable spot and set up a gangway.
Wei Shao led his blue horse off the gangway, hastened to the foot of the mountain, and tied the reins before climbing up.
Someone came running to report, but Wei Shao paid no heed and went straight into the "Jiangyun Tea House".
