Rumble—
A muffled peal of thunder suddenly reached Wang Chen's ears.
He looked up at the Sky Dome and saw great masses of dark clouds rolling toward him. Lightning snakes flickered faintly through the lead-gray clouds, heralding the arrival of a torrential downpour.
Sensing the coming thunderstorm, the Yellow Dappled Horse beneath Wang Chen snorted anxiously.
Wang Chen patted its neck reassuringly.
He squeezed his legs and urged the horse forward, preparing to find somewhere to shelter from the rain.
After reaching the fifth tier of the Martial Grandmaster realm, Wang Chen could project his inner strength beyond his body. Even a torrential downpour could not wet so much as a single drop of rain.
But he could not protect his mount as well.
Though the Yellow Dappled Horse was not the finest of mounts, it had accompanied him thousands of miles, north and south alike. They had formed a measure of affection.
Wang Chen did not want it to fall ill from the rain.
Hooves clattered over the hard flagstones as they raced several miles along the mountain road. At last, Wang Chen spotted a thatched rain shelter by the roadside.
Such shelters had been built specifically for travelers to rest their feet and take cover from the rain. It was quite spacious, easily able to accommodate ten or twenty people.
Yet when Wang Chen arrived, only a young woman sat on one of the stone benches inside.
Wang Chen found it slightly strange, but did not dwell on it. He rode to the side of the shelter, pulled the reins, and came to a stop.
Neigh!
Wang Chen swung down from the saddle and led his mount into the shelter.
The rain shelter had been sensibly designed. It had not only stone benches and tables for travelers to