Baibu Village Market.
"So Maohe Chamber of Commerce hasn't come to Jiuli to do business for half a year? Did their boss suddenly attain enlightenment that wealth was merely worldly baggage and switch to charity?" Bai Yujun frowned, dressed in the sharp attire of a wandering swordsman.
Across from her, a traveling merchant from the Central Plains had been dazzled by her beauty and spilled everything he knew.
"Rumor has it Maohe Chamber of Commerce offended some great figure. One word from that person was enough to keep them from ever rising again. I heard they've spent the past half year throwing money around to pull strings, begging that great figure to spare them. Looks grim to me~"
"I see... Where can I find them?"
"Follow the trade road out of Jiuli. The first town is Gushan Market, and they have a branch there. You can go ask around."
"Thank you."
The White and Black tribes of Jiuli had never stopped fighting. Bai Yujun could not be bothered with it. They had been battling for thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of years; they already knew the drill like the back of their hands, and there was no need for her to meddle. Once they fought themselves tired, they would settle down on their own. Handling proper business was more important.
She did not set out alone. Instead, she went to the area where merchant caravans and traveling traders commonly gathered to rest and waited there. Merchants liked traveling together; it let them put on a show of strength and deter bandits.
The weather was scorching, and only a scattered few traveling merchants sat there drowsily.
She took out a glutinous rice cake from her bundle as a snack and sat beneath a tree to wait. Traveling alone would easily draw