The June sky cried like a baby, bringing gusts of wind and bursts of thunder. The group traveling immediately became a bit frantic.
"Come on, hurry up," someone in the party shouted loudly.
"Are we hurrying to find a place to shelter from the rain, or are we going to put up the tents?" someone asked.
"You fool. There are no villages in a ten mile radius, just wilderness. Where can we find shelter from the rain?" said the first.
"Then put up a tent," someone answered.
"You fool, put up what tents. This is a passing rain; it will be gone in a minute," the man shouted again.
Manager Gao couldn't listen anymore. He looked in front and looked back, as the horses twitched.
"Noble Son Ling, then what do you want to hurry up for?" he asked.
Zhu Zan in the front looked back. He lifted a bundle from his horse's back.
"Quickly wear these rain clothes," he said with furrowed brows. "Don't we all have them? What's there to ask?"
