It was the kind of fondness a man has for having many wives and concubines.
"I'm getting old!"
Zhao Rui shook his head with a wry laugh, his gaze traveling far into the distance toward the line of camels.
There were several dozen camels, each carrying a passenger.
These passengers were a motley crew of all sorts, but most were traveling from the Central Plains to Central Asia.
Aside from a few bold and adventurous souls out for sightseeing, the majority were merchants.
Since ancient times, merchants have always pursued profit. The greater the risk, the greater the reward.
Never mind a military standoff—even when two armies were clashing, you would still find merchants doing business.
"This desert is often frequented by fierce bandits, but don't you worry. Our Camel Gang is one of the best around here. No one's foolish enough to try and stop our caravan."
