Seven or eight days later, Chen Ming had entered the territory of Qingfeng Commandery, once again taking on a different appearance and dressing as a traveling merchant. On the road, there were quite a few merchants like him preparing to head to Qingfeng Commandery for supplies, making him hardly noticeable.
Only a day's journey remained to Qingfeng City.
At noon, Chen Ming crouched beside a roadside tea stall, munching on dry food with a group of other traveling merchants while sipping hot tea.
They were taking a break.
The tea stall was crowded with people, chatting about various topics from the ends of the earth.
"...Qingfeng City thrives with trade, many places are not inferior to Jiangzhou City, but it has one downside, no martial arts sects and few skilled fighters. The younger generation at home wanting to learn martial arts find no pathway."
