The wind howled.
The warhorses raised their hooves, and a team of dozens galloped madly along the mountain path.
Giddyup!
The sky grew darker, storm clouds roiled, and a heavy rain seemed to be brewing, just waiting to fall from the heavens.
Boom!
A clap of spring thunder exploded.
The rain had not arrived yet, but the thunder came first.
It seemed the heavy rain was imminent, but they were still about twenty miles away from Jishi Posthouse.
Crack!
Purple arcs of electricity danced among the storm clouds, and it seemed the spring rain was about to pour down.
"Your Highness, the rain is coming soon; I'm afraid we won't make it to Jishi Posthouse to take shelter!" the guard commander shouted.
"Put on raincoats and keep moving!"
"Yes!"
The riders quickly retrieved their prepared raincoats and bamboo hats from under their saddles, donned them, and continued their gallop forward.
