In times like these, anyone traveling beyond the towns tried not to draw too much attention.###
Only the Demon Suppression Division's carriage had the nerve to race down the road with an empty coach.###
As time passed, quite a few merchants began following behind in groups. They even sent their guards riding up to offer dried food and meat.###
"Our reputation's better than that of us runners by a long shot."###
Chen Ji hugged a large pile of food, excitement spreading across his still-youthful face.###
They had traveled for nearly two days without sleep or rest.###
The carriage slowed to a stop beneath towering city walls. Above the arched gate, the characters "Qing Prefecture" were rendered in Iron Strokes and Silver Hooks, exuding grandeur.###
Li Xinhan tossed his waist token to the guards, then dismounted and led his horse forward by the reins.###
Seeing this, Old Liu stifled a laugh. "Those few lashes last time taught you a lesson."###
When the two looked at him in confusion, he explained, "The Demon Suppression Division's rules say that unless there's an urgent matter, anyone who rides through the city gets three lashes and loses two months' pay."###
By now, it was already dusk. In Baiyun County, there would have been hardly anyone left on the streets.###
But the broad avenue before them, paved with blue bricks and wide enough for eight carriages abreast, was packed with people. The noise and bustle seemed endless.###
Shen Yi climbed down from the carriage, feeling as though he'd returned to a dream of his past life.###
Aside from having fewer towering buildings, it was even more prosperous.###
The group followed behind Li Xinhan at an unhurried pace.###
They stopped only when they reached a rather peculiar part of the city.###
A broad wall, two zhang high,