"What kind of weather is this?!"
The examinee, who had dressed himself up like a ball, walked out shivering. "I put on all the clothes I brought, and I'm still so cold."
"I thought I was the only one who was so afraid of the cold."
Another candidate emerged from the carriage.
One by one, many people came out because they couldn't stand the cold.
These people spontaneously gathered wood from the surrounding area and lit a fire.
Before long, the sounds of discussions about martial arts techniques, mutual flattery, and the clash of swords and spears could be heard outside, creating quite a lively atmosphere.
However, this lively scene only lasted for half an hour before it started to rain outside.
Winter is always filled with continuous rain.
It wasn't very hot, but it got colder and colder as it went down, enough to soak the wood and clothes.
The people who had been warmed by the campfire had to return to their own carriages. Some of their carriages and oxcarts had no roofs, so they had to wear raincoats to keep warm.
Everyone hoped the rain would stop, but it rained all night. By noon, there was still no sign of it letting up.
The air was getting increasingly humid, and the single-layered wooden carriage and the curtains made of cloth had become damp and icy from absorbing moisture.
However, there were no cities or villages along the way, and the martial artists who were seeking knowledge drove slowly in the rain, enduring the rain with gritted teeth.
It was at this very moment that Shang Yanting emerged.
He brought out the oversized, behemoth, collector's item raincoat that Jia Xitong had bought out of curiosity.
The raincoat was spread out, perfectly covering the roof of the cart. The protruding part, like an eave, covered the spot where he was driving the horses.
A soft "Holy crap!" came from one of the nearby carriages.
In just a few minutes, Shang Yanting received countless envious glances.
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