After several hours of such turmoil, when she lifted the curtain of the carriage again to look outside, it was already Weishi (which is 1-3 p.m.). Fortunately, the caravan only cooked meals in the morning and evening, which meant she could hide in the carriage for the entire day. Anyone who wanted an extra meal at noon would have to huddle in the carriage gnawing on their own dry rations.
At this moment, the sky was overcast, the wind howled fiercely, and the mountain peaks in the distance were shrouded in dark clouds, within which faint lights flickered, hinting at lightning hidden inside them. Following the direction of the wind, the storm seemed to be rushing towards them. The weather in the mountains was so unpredictable—one moment it could be blazing hot, and the next, a deluge. With the sky's countenance so foul, it was estimated that it wouldn't be long before Heaven began pouring down water.
Deng Hao's face was just as gloomy as the sky.
