Rumble!
Spring thunder rumbled softly, the fine rain drizzling down, weaving diagonally like silver threads.
"Giddy up!"
Sha Lifei leaned forward to control the reins, swung the whip, his soaked thin cotton jacket clinging tightly to his back.
The mane of the yellow steed under him was covered with water droplets, while its horseshoes kicked up muddy stars.
The spring cold was biting, the cold wind rushing head-on like a steel cone, drilling through the soaked clothes, freezing Sha Lifei and Wang Daoxuan into a shiver.
Indeed, only the two of them were setting off to Shaolin.
Li Yan's plan still had some oversights.
The problem lay with Wu Ba.
This journey to Shaolin seeking aid was crucial in terms of speed, with no delays on the road.
Hence, the local veteran "Golden Eye Feng" had mapped out the best route for them.
Starting from South Luoyang, they were to go southeast along the Yi River, first to Dragon Gate Inn to change horses, then on to the ancient path of Yique.
