Three days later, Mugong Military Town, Chuan Tea Posthouse.
In theory, all Qi official posthouses were under the strict jurisdiction of military towns. But after a century since the nation's founding, as the days and years wore away, many systems had long since become mere formalities, retaining only their outward appearance. Old Man Li had taken over Chuan Tea Posthouse ten years ago. His father had served in his place as an Auxiliary Soldier and followed Phoenix Majesty Emperor into battle, never returning, so the posthouse had been inherited by him and was effectively a private shop.
The so-called posthouse was actually just a small shop providing tea and fodder. Travelers passing by could sit outside and rest.
The crossroads where Chuan Tea Posthouse stood was known as Qi's most important thoroughfare in the central region. It led north to Evernight Sky, west to Mugong Town, and south to Puyang City. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, it received at least dozens of groups of travelers each day. Since they could soon reach the nearby counties and towns, basically no one stayed overnight at Chuan Tea Posthouse. Old Man Li could only earn money from tea and fodder, but that alone was enough to make the Li Family a well-known wealthy household in the area.
Their wealth could be summed up in one sentence—the Li Family had produced three generations, and every generation had been rich enough to buy a basic cultivation method and become a Half-Herald.
Yet Old Man Li could not stop sighing now, as though every sigh shortened his life by a little. The reason went without saying: there was no business. Aside from the fearsome Hundred Guard Cavalry passing through Chuan Tea Posthouse, Old Man Li had not seen a single merchant caravan in recent