However, the weather in Nanfu was still dreary. Heading further southeast from Nanfu, it was the region administered under Luyuan. The town of Nanfu had been built along the mountains, and the mountain paths all around it were rugged and craggy; only this bit had smooth terrain, and as a result, had over time become the unavoidable road for merchants and travellers. The late summer going into autumn rains of Nanfu were still heavy, and it had just rained early that morning; now, though it was evening, the air was still humid and sticky. As people walked along the road, it was as if the jet-black piles of clouds above their heads were about to press down at the very next moment. Xie Qianbing and Wei Xiren each wore coarse cloth attire, carrying a bag on their backs, and followed the stream of people along the Nanfu road, the dozen or so people following behind them either pulling flatbed carts, or watching after wares. Even if someone with a keener eye were to look, they'd assume th...