At this time, it was already five quarters past the hour of Wei, and in three more quarters, it would be the hour of Shen. But overhead, the sun was still high in the sky, unusually scorching, and there wasn't a breath of wind; even the leaves in the wild were drooping from the heat. Let alone the crowd, who were already soaked from head to toe.
Wang Maochun, Chen Shanmeng, and Ge Hengtai were under a tree's shade, with servants fanning them with palm fans, but the wind was also hot, and they were drenched in sweat.
Ge Hengtai glanced at the bright sun above and asked, "Did the old Taoist say it would rain at the hour of Shen?"
Wang Maochun said, "Yes, he said at the hour of Shen. Don't worry, there are still three quarters left."
Duan Rong was not far away. He found a shady place, sat on the ground, and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.
This kind of weather can make a person lose their temper from the heat.
